Bride For Order

By: Jenika Snow & Sam Crescent

Landon thought about her kneeling above his face, her pussy right over his mouth, begging to be licked and sucked. Did she shave? Wax? Have a covering of trimmed hair?

He moved his hand up and down his length, going faster as the temptation in his fantasies became too intense to bear. Never had he been so attracted to a woman, and not this fast either.

Just the thought of her moans as he drove his cock deep inside her cunt was enough to bring him to his knees.

He placed a hand on the wall, trying to keep himself upright as he worked his dick.

“Oh fuck, Anna, I want your pussy. I want to fuck and take you so fucking hard, and drive you wild on my dick. I want to feel you come, and to hear you beg for me.” There were so many hot, dirty things that he wanted to do to her.

“I’m so sorry,” Anna said, cutting into his fantasies.

Releasing his cock, he pulled open the shower door, and saw his wife in the doorway, watching him.


Anna was frozen in place, staring at Landon, the image of what she’d just seen engrained in her brain. She was wet, aroused beyond belief. After he’d gotten up to take a shower she’d cleaned up. But he’d been up there so long that she ventured upstairs.

And then as soon as she reached the top landing she heard his moans, heard his muffled voice. She’d even heard him saying her name over the rush of the shower. The way he’d moaned her name, it had made her feel hot all over. She’d wanted to know what had made him say her name in such a way.

Before she could stop herself she was moving toward the bathroom, pushing the door slightly open, and staring through the crack. She’d had her hand braced on the doorframe, her nails digging into the wood. Even now her face felt hot, was probably red.

He’d been jerking off to the thought of her.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” The words were spoken low, and she wondered if he actually heard her. The shower curtain was pushed all the way open, and he stood there naked, his erection still semi-hard. She found herself staring at the thick, long length. Her face felt even hotter, her pussy even wetter. When she looked up she noticed that Landon was staring at her chest. She glanced down and saw her nipples protruding through the thin cotton material. She reached out and pulled the shirt away from her chest.

Neither one of them said anything else, but they still continued to stand there staring at each other. The air was thick and hot, and it had nothing to do with the fact he’d just taken a shower. Although she could see the moisture filling the bathroom, beads of perspiration covered her skin from how much she wanted him right now.

“You didn’t invade my privacy, Anna.” His voice was low, deep. It was husky, like tangible fingers running over her flesh, causing goosebumps to pop out along her arms. Still he stood there naked, as if he didn’t care that she saw every hard ridge of him, every masculine part of his body. She realized, as she glanced down at his erection, that he was getting harder.

Her mouth was so dry, and she brought her tongue out and licked her lips.

He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself off. Her throat was parched, tight. Her tongue felt thick, and she knew she should turn away, giving him some space. But Anna found herself rooted to the spot.

But if he wanted me to leave, surely he would tell me?

She shifted on her feet, her pussy so wet her panties were soaked. She knew she was breathing hard, could feel her chest rising and falling almost violently. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his erection pushing at the material, making an evident outline of the massive member.

Before she knew what was happening he was standing right in front of her. He smelled good, this woodsy, citrusy scent that invaded her senses and had her even more aroused. He stared right into her eyes and lifted his hand, pushing a strand of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Could he hear how fast and hard her heart was beating? To her felt like it would burst right through her chest.

They were breathing the same air, and the chemistry between them was off the charts. The air seemed to become thicker, strangling her. Anna found herself lifting her hand and placing it over his, which was now cupping her cheek. Her mouth parted on its own, her pulse beating rapidly beneath her ear.

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