Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
The hand at her hip moved around and he touched her stomach. She somehow managed to hold in her gasp, especially as he slowly stroked toward her pussy. Morgan wanted to spread her legs, to invite him inside her, but she also didn’t know if he’d like that. Would he consider her being too forward?
“Spread them,” he said.
She loved it when he commanded her to do things. Without argument she spread her legs wide for him. He pressed his palm against her pussy, and the warmth of his hand made her gasp.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He slid a single finger through her slit, and she cried out as he touched her clit. “You’re so sensitive.”
“Please,” she said.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you.”
He circled her clit with his fingers and pushed the sheet off her body. There was a strong temptation to cover her body, but something held her back.
“Good girl,” Carver said, and she could only assume it was because she didn’t try to hide her body.
He kissed her shoulder, but then he trailed his lips down, going toward her breasts. Her whole body felt awake, alive, and so sensitive at the same time.
Carver stopped teasing her clit and moved down, as if he was going to press his fingers inside her, but he stopped himself, only circling her entrance before returning to her clit. Back and forth he stroked over her clit, and she cried out his name, not wanting him to stop, the sensations so strong, acute, and so instant. Her body felt attuned to him.
“That’s it, baby, I want you to come for me,” he said.
Her body belonged to him, and whatever he said, she was nothing more than a conduit to him.
She came hard, and his name spilled from her lips, and she erupted the sound into the air. Her orgasm completely distracted her, and she couldn’t think nor focus, all she could do was be.
“That’s it, Morgan,” he said.
He brought her down from her orgasm, so expertly. She was pretty sure he knew her body even better than she did. She looked at him as he sat up, and she quickly grabbed his wrist, the one between her thighs.
“Make love to me,” she said. “Make me your wife.” She didn’t want to wait around anymore. It was driving her crazy, because she finally wanted to be his wife truly. Also, she wanted to have sex with her husband.
“Morgan!”
“I want you. Don’t you want me? Don’t you want me to be your wife?” she asked.
She hadn’t really thought of that being a reason. Considering he had the opportunity to turn her and her parents down, it surprised her that he would do something he didn’t want to do.
“Yes, I do,” he said.
“Then make love to me.”
“Do you know what you’re asking me to do?”
“Yes!”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t care. Even if we wait, it’s still going to hurt. It doesn’t matter how long we wait, it is going to hurt. It always does for a woman. Well, I assume it’s that way for women.”
He took possession of her lips. “I don’t give a fuck what it is like for other women.”
“Then know that I want you, Carver. I don’t want to wait for another time. I know it is going to hurt, but I want to be your wife. I want to experience making love to you, sex, and I want to give you the same pleasure you give me.”
She couldn’t even believe she was having this conversation with him. It made no sense to her. Sex was something all men wanted.
And she waited for Carver’s rejection.
Only, he leaned in close and then kissed her.
“Fine.”
She had expected him to argue with her a little more, but she was so damn pleased he had seen reason.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he said.
“I don’t want you to die, but I do want to give you a reason to live.” She offered him a smile, to which he chuckled.
He moved her into the center of the bed. Morgan couldn’t help but look down, and she saw the length of his cock, already hard and proud. Yes, he was big, she had no doubt about it. She’d felt him against her a few times now.
She had heard random conversations between wives and mistresses about the size of men’s penises. It always fascinated how different the two groups of women talked. The mistresses always had a different experience than the wives. But then, most of the marriages were not based on love or lust. They were based on wealth and power. They didn’t marry for love.
There was certainly not a lot of lust in a relationship. The only reason her parents’ marriage worked was because they both had a thirst for … pain. Her mother liked to see other women in pain. Even her brother enjoyed seeing women suffer. Not her. She had hated every moment of it.