Page 42 of Surrender

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Page 42 of Surrender

“More like lit auntie.”

“That, too.”

I shook my head as we pulled into the driveway of our potential future home. I already loved the fact that it was a corner lot with more yard space than I’d seen with the other homes we’d viewed. The well-manicured front lawn, complemented by meticulously maintained landscaping. Freshly trimmed hedges, colorful flower beds, and mature trees framed the property, creating a picturesque and welcoming entry.

As we climbed out of my truck, Kachelle couldn’t contain her excitement.

“This is it,” she said with a wide-eyed expression. “This is it, I can feel it.”

Elizabeth approached us with a smile.

“Judging by the look on her face, I’d say someone is in love.”

Kachelle nodded vigorously as she grabbed my hand.

“Well, I can tell you that this one is quite the looker. Notice the warm, rich tones of the brick. They create an inviting and stately appearance, hinting at the exquisite craftsmanship and attention to detail found within. The roof of the home is constructed with high-quality, durable shingles in a complementary color to the brick. A spacious, attached garage offers plenty of space for multiple vehicles and storage.”

“I’m already sold from the outside alone,” Kachelle said.

“Trust me, if you love the outside, you’re gonna love the inside.”

Elizabeth walked up to the door and punched in the code for the lockbox. Beside me, my wife let out a small, excited squeal that was so fucking adorable. I chuckled as I leaned in to kiss her temple.

Elizabeth opened the door and stepped inside, motioning for us to follow as she began the tour.

“The front of the home features a grand, covered entryway with a beautiful arched doorway. Elegant columns support the covering, while decorative brickwork and accents add visual interest and depth to the facade. The large, solid wood front door is flanked by sidelights, allowing natural light to filter into the foyer.”

We entered the living room area, and I was surprised that it was such a massive space. I could see a huge sectional right in the middle of the room.

Elizabeth continued. “Expansive windows are symmetrically placed across the front of the home, providing ample natural light to the interior while maintaining a sense of privacy. As newlyweds, I’m sure you can appreciate that,” she added with a smirk.

“Yes, they can,” Jessa muttered behind us. “Make sure y’all sanitize before you invite people over.”

“Shut up, Jess,” I said, playfully pushing her.

Elizabeth giggled. “There is also an office space on this level and a separate family room. A fully finished basement is downstairs. I know you two wanted a nice kitchen, so let me show you what you’ll be getting.”

Her heels clicked across the hardwood floors as she led us into the massive kitchen.

“So, this kitchen features top-of-the-line stainless steel appliances, custom cabinetry, and luxurious granite countertops. A large center island provides space for meal preparation and casual dining, while a separate dining room offers a more formal setting for special occasions.”

She motioned off to the side of the large dining room. It was perfect for entertaining friends and family… that is, if the family ever came around.

Elizabeth motioned for us to follow her again.

“As you make your way to the back of the home, you’ll find a beautiful, expansive outdoor living area. The large, brick patio provides the perfect space for entertaining, complete with built-in seating, an outdoor kitchen, a cozy fireplace, and, as requested, your pool.”

I smirked to myself, imagining my wife strutting her fine ass around in those bikinis she wore in Santorini. Just the thought of her in the skimpy fabric had my dick hard. Discreetly, I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her.

She giggled as she felt the hardness poking against her ample ass.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” she whispered over her shoulder.

“That’s what mere thoughts of you in a bikini by the pool do to me.”

“Do y’all need a moment?” my sister asked, looking between us.

“You are getting left next time,” I said, throwing her a look.




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