Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Lovely,” he murmurs like he’s talking to himself. “You feel so fucking incredible. What is it about this pussy I love to much?”
“Maybe that it’s attached to me? You love the sparkling wit that comes out the other end.”
“That can’t be it.” He grips my hair. “You’re mouthy. I prefer it when you’re moaning my name.”
“You’re such a prick, you know that?”
He fucks me faster, sliding in and out. God damn, it feels good, despite him being such a dick.
“I know you like to resist. You think it’s fun to fight me.”
“This isn’t fun. This is my life.”
“And yet you do it anyway, and you know why? Because the more you struggle, the better it feels when I finally take you.”
“Or maybe I just think you’re an asshole.”
“Maybe.” He leans forward, pulling my hair sharply. “But you like to get fucked by this asshole.”
He takes me faster, riding deep. I push back against him, panting as sweat rolls down my spine. He spanks me again with his cock buried between my legs, and it feels like absolute heaven. I lean back against him and he kisses me over my shoulder, his hands teasing my breasts, squeezing my stiff nipples as I grind down on his shaft.
He holds an arm behind my back and fucks me harder. “All mine,” he growls in my ear, sounding like he’s losing himself. “All fucking mine. I love your tight little pussy, your moans, your mouth. I want lips around my tip when I come. Will you swallow me?”
“Yes,” I moan, and I can tell I’m losing myself too, losing myself to this beast of a man and the way he can make me feel.
“But first, you’ll say it.”
“No,” I gasp, shivering with delight as he spanks me, pulls my hair.
“I’ll leave my marks if you keep refusing me.”
“Mark all you want. Go ahead, I don’t give a shit. Fuck me harder if you can. See if I care.” Goading him on sends me into a pleasure spiral as he takes the bait, stroking into me harder, firm, rough spanks against my tender ass, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. Getting fucked here in my half-finished donut shop, getting dominated by Nolan as he proves to me that all I really want is for him to slide his cock inside my pussy, it’s too much, it’s overwhelming. But it feels so fucking good, I can’t stop.
“Say it,” he growls in my ear, going faster. I’m moaning now, no more words. “Call me your husband. Say you love taking my thick cock.”
“Nolan,” I whimper, right on the edge. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”
“Say it,” he commands.
“Fuck me, husband.” I gasp, back arching as he reaches around to rub my clit. “Oh my god, fuck me, husband.”
We’re lost in the moment, all conscious thoughts gone, all humanity lost. I’m nothing but a body, nothing but pleasure, as he fills me over and over, until finally I come again in a shivering, twitching mess.
I’m left bent over the table, breathing hard, head on my arms again. I look back over my shoulder and he’s staring at me, stroking himself, his eyes burning with that intensity.
Slowly, I get down on my knees. “Is this what you wanted?” I ask quietly. “You want me down here, right?”
“Yes,” he says, barely holding himself back.
“You want to fuck my mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Say, ‘Please wife. Let me come in your mouth.’ Say it now.”
He moans. “Please, wife. Let me come in your mouth.”
“Tell me you like it.”
“I love the feeling of your lips. I need it.”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you. All of you. Every inch of you.”
“Tell me that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Damn you, wife.” He steps over and I open my mouth. He moans as he strokes into my lips once, twice, then spills himself down my throat. I groan, swallowing him as fast as I can, before he pulls back out, a long string of spit connected from my tongue to his tip.
“Good husband,” I say, looking up into his eyes.
He pulls me to my feet and crushes my mouth with his own.
We stand there, naked, kissing, for what feels like an hour. Then when he’s done with me, he gets me dressed again, almost lovingly. When that’s done, he puts himself back together.
“Let me,” he says, wiping the counter off.
I watch him from a few feet away. My body feels weak like I ran ten miles. When he’s done straightening, he turns back to me, the passion in his eyes only barely dimmed.
He wants more already.
Greedy bastard.
“How can you stand it?” I ask him.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
I gesture between us. “This. Knowing it has an expiration date.”
“I keep telling you I don’t think that date is real.”
“But I keep telling you that it is.” I chew on my lip. “Look, this feels good—”