Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
He runs his teeth along the column of my throat before sucking lightly at the skin. “Patience, sweet girl. You have a lifetime of orgasms to look forward to.”
His filthy words stoke the fire even more. He’s so damn sexy when he talks like that in his deep, growling tone. It makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be wearing his rings.
“Now spread those sweet little thighs of yours wider.” He nips at my throat, just enough to let me feel his teeth against it. It feels primal and wild and so damn sexy when he does that.
Liquid heat gushes between my legs at his stern tone, but I spread my legs further apart to reveal my puffy, glistening folds.
“Good girl.” He kisses me and this kiss is different than his first. This one is rough and commanding. He demands entry to my mouth this time instead of coaxing me. He cups my head with the back of his hand and it’s only when we’re both barely breathing that he finally stops kissing me. His voice is laced with need when he says, “You have to be quiet when you come, or everyone will know. Do I need to gag you, or can you be good?”
I widen my eyes. I didn’t even know that was an option or how wet the thought of being gagged would make me. But that’s something to explore later, not now. “I’ll be good.”
“I know you’ll make me proud.”
He finally unclasps my wrists, and I glance down at them. There’s a red circle in the shape of his thumb where he was holding them together so tightly. I like the little reminder that he was holding me captive. Hmm, maybe I need to leave a few of my alien books lying around for him to find.
“Keep your hands on the counter behind you. Yeah, just like that. Look down right now. Look at how pretty your big tits are when they’re thrust out just like that.”
I do what he says, loving the way my body looks when my rolls are proudly on display and my pussy is open to him. I feel like a vixen wearing only a pearl necklace and white kitten heels while my man stares in amazement at my body.
Beyond the bathroom door, I can hear the jukebox playing and our friends out there talking. Everyone will know if I’m not quiet. What would they say if they knew I was so horny that I pulled my newlywed husband into the bathroom to have him lick my pussy?
He drops to his knees and swings my legs over his shoulders. With a firm grip on my hips, he pulls me to the edge of the counter. “Look at all your glaze. All for your husband to eat right up.”
His tongue is gentle but insistent against my aching folds. He lavishes me with attention, drinking in my juices until I’m coming. I grind my pussy against his face covering him in my essence.
I start to make a noise then remember I have to be quiet. I press my hand against my face to keep from screaming and letting the entire restaurant know I’m getting the best orgasm of my life in a public bathroom.
He rises to his feet, his beard and face covered in my sticky juices. “Come here. Kiss me, sweet girl. Taste yourself on my lips.”
I lean forward and kiss him eagerly, enjoying the salt tang of my juices. Our combined flavors taste like sunshine and oranges.
“You’re so good to me,” I mutter, reaching for his belt again.
He steps out of the way and fixes me with a stern glare. “Not until we get home, wife. The things I’m going to do to your body will have you screaming for hours.”
Chapter 15
Barrett
There’s nothing like watching my wife sip her milkshake in the diner booth while she’s not wearing panties. After I licked her to orgasm in the bathroom, I helped her into dry clothes that Ginger gave me earlier. Dressing and undressing my girl is one of my favorite things. I love the opportunity to see her body, to touch her all over.
She squirms in her seat. Despite the earlier release, I know she’s still aching. Probably because I’m making her sit here with nothing on under that skirt. Her panties are tucked securely in my pocket. She knows they’re there and that she doesn’t get to wear them again until I’m sliding nine deep into her tight, hot channel.
“Take a sip,” she hisses as she pushes the cold treat toward me. “You’re staring at me.”
“I already had my sweet treat earlier,” I tell her with a wink.
I’m rewarded with a slow blush that works its way down her neck. “Stop saying stuff like that. I can barely think with you looking at me! I don’t need your words too.”