Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
He licks me, sliding his tongue up and down, in and out, around my clit and along my folds, tasting me like he needs to feel every inch, like he’s exploring me for the first time. I grab his hair and watch him and he grins at me as he slides two fingers inside and I moan, groaning with wild, stupid abandon. Sweat rolls down between my breasts and he moves up to kiss me, fucking me with his fingers.
I fumble at his boxer briefs and stroke his thick cock.
“I want you,” I whisper, pushing him back onto the bed. I straddle him, my naked, dripping pussy rubbing against his long, thick, hard cock. I writhe myself up and down him, not letting him inside, not yet, the lips of my pussy spread wide along his throbbing shaft and the head of his cock grazing against my tingling clit. “I want you, Nico. I need you.”
“I want you, Karah.” He releases a soft grunt and growl as he bites my shoulder. “I want you, nobody else. I want you, not just because you’re my wife, but because you drive me fucking crazy.” He pulls my hair and grips my ass. His tip hovers against my dripping entrance and I’m buzzing with need so bad I can barely breathe.
“Why?” I don’t know why I need to ask but the word bubbles out from my mouth. I don’t have much filter right now. I’m too far gone already. “You hate me. You always have.”
He kisses me deep and slow. “I never hated you, princess. I only hate what you have. I’m jealous of you, but I won’t let my past ruin what I have now. I won’t do it anymore.”
He rolls me to the side and pins me down. I stare up at my husband, my monster, my beast, as he spreads my legs and presses himself against me. I moan, back arched, and he kisses my neck hard.
“I want you, Karah,” he whispers in my ear as he slides himself inside of me.
I gasp and dig my fingers into his back.
It hurts—I can’t pretend like it doesn’t hurt—but he goes slowly at first, and the hurt fades to a dull ache, replaced by a bone-deep pleasure. I’ve never experienced anything like it before, and he moves faster, pinning my hands above my head as he fucks me deeper, deeper, and I feel myself floating, losing any grasp on reality I have left, melding with him into this moment where there’s only pleasure and pain, only love and hate, me and Nico.
He fucks me as I moan into his ear. “You’re like heaven,” he whispers. “You’re silky smooth and soaking wet. I want to fuck you until I grow old. I want to fuck you until there’s nothing left.”
I take him, rolling my hips and pleasure blooms deeper, brighter, like a stake driven into my core. I could bleed out now and I wouldn’t care. I grab his hair and pull it and he fucks me, groaning deeper, a low rumble of pure lust and pleasure, and we don’t stop as he spreads my legs wide and drives himself between me, ripping me to pieces, shattering me into tiny bits, making my mind break as my back arches and I cry out, saying something, oh, god, saying his name saying Nico, Nico, Nico, as he fucks me deep and wild.
“Keep going,” I moan, grabbing his back, digging into his skin. “Keep going.”
“Come for me, dirty girl. Come for your fucking husband.”
I scream his name and I come just as he asked, I come in fireworks, in explosions, in vibrant color. I come and moan and my back arches and every muscle tenses and I’m nothing more than concussive pleasure.
He doesn’t stop. No, of course he doesn’t, he’s merciless and I hate him and I love him as he fucks me again. He pulls me on top and makes me ride him and he worships me, he stares at my breasts and my hips, he kisses and bites every inch of my flesh, and I feel so beautiful, so perfect as he slaps my ass hard.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers and he keeps going as sweat covers our bodies and he fucks me, he fucks me again, and again, and I come a second time in a writhing mess in his lap before he finally turns me over, pins me down, and has his way.
We finish together in a flash of moans and screams and writhing, and I’ve lost all sense of time and distance and space, and nothing matters but Nico in bed with me, his arms wrapped around my trembling skin. My muscles twitch with aftereffects, and he kisses me gently, his hands still exploring my body like he can’t believe how lucky he is to touch me.