Wife Strikes Back (Boy Wife Book 5)

“Tell me how fucking happy you are to see me.”
His hands circled her waist again and found her thighs when she stopped him.
“Are you dumb? Tell me. With your mouth.”

Now that they've broken up, Cindy and Blake have gone their separate ways.
She slinks into her dark world of prostitution, resentment and revenge as he bumbles into a personal conflict that could cost him his family's dwindling wealth and the corporation his father created.
Life just isn't that simple anymore for Cindy. Since Blake feminized her, she can't just be thrown away. She decides to show him it's going to cost to play with her emotions...

This is a 38,000 word novella, fifth in a six part series, featuring BDSM, interracial, femdom, first time, oral and some extreme sexual situations. This is the fifth of six books in the Boy Wife Series.

EXCERPT:

Cindy pushed her naked ass up and out and it wiggled a bit. The pink cavern of her ass spread, perfectly positioned at the right height to be entered without a fuss.
It looked good enough for him to want to drop to his knees and kiss it right where he was all set to plunge in. She had been ready for sex since he came to pick her up that morning; for him she was ready since the moment they’d met.
He’d kept her waiting. She was about to call him a bitch.
Half the syllable was out of her mouth when he braced himself with a hand on the back of her neck, forcing her down as he yanked her shorts further, down past her knees. She yelped, hearing the seams strain and snap at the ends. Her arousal strained, too, against confinement of buttery leather upholstery and athletic cotton.
The grip on the back of her neck was so subtle, stroking along the grain of her shoulder muscles. He yanked again and the shorts went down to her knees, locking her legs together. It was going to hurt so good. The weight of his long, muscular tool rested in the scoop of her ass and her mouth was already open, ready to gasp when they joined together. She regretted not seeing it, not smelling it, putting her face up to it or her hand on it. It was probably musky and sweaty like the rest of him, chocolate bar complexion with wicked looking veins raised on it.
When she felt his thumb push and hold the line of the thong away to bare her ass, she was already filled with him. He didn’t need to pay for it, always and forever, he could have it for free.