Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
And this woman is now mine. Fully. Thoroughly.
She’ll never, ever be able to escape me.
“Are you falling asleep?” I whisper, my lips kissing the top of her hair over the veil and in the middle of the crown of roses that she improvised.
She nuzzles her nose in my chest as she shakes her head.
“Good, because I have that unwrapping thing to do, remember?”
Her head lifts in time for me to pick her up and carry her in my arms. Sasha yelps as she grabs onto me, her eyes turning a molten hazel.
I love how she wants me as much as I want her. It’s almost as if she can’t get enough of me, either.
Almost.
While I want to keep her in this dress for eternity, I also need to fuck her like I need air.
My cock has been jerking and demanding to be served ever since she said, ‘I do.’ I’m surprised she didn’t feel the heavy weight rubbing against her stomach just now.
I gently place her on the bed and hastily remove my jacket and bow tie. I start to unbutton my dress shirt, then get bored and rip it down the middle, sending the buttons flying.
Sasha leans back on her hands, watching my every movement with keen interest as if this is her custom-made strip show.
Her greedy pretty eyes follow the lines of my tattoos to where they disappear beneath my pants. So I take my time removing my weapons holster and unbuckling my pants. My movements slow down whenever her breathing picks up or when she sinks her teeth into the corner of her bottom lip.
I wrap the belt around my hand and pull down my pants and boxer briefs.
Her chest rises and falls in an unsteady rhythm as she openly watches my cock. The fucker fully comes to life at her attention, the veins popping with the need to plow inside her.
“Look at your eyes devouring my cock.” I wrap my belt around her neck and pull her forward. “How about you choke on it instead?”
Sasha kneels on the bed facing me and wraps her hands around my erection, looking at me with those glittery eyes. “That’s wrong. It’s my cock now.”
And then she opens her mouth wide and swallows most of my length inside.
Fucking fuck.
I’m so close to coming at the feel of her hot wet mouth, but mostly, it’s due to what she said before taking me. It’s that sense of ownership that nearly matches mine.
Sasha keeps eye contact as she laps her tongue around my cock, deep throats it until her face reddens, then bobs her head up and down, creating more friction with her tongue.
She’s as intense as when I grab her head and face-fuck her.
Usually, I’d do that, but tonight, I let her do what she wishes. I let her show me just how much she wants me. How much she wants to please me.
My only hold on her is the belt that’s straining against her throat.
“You’re taking me like a very good girl, Solnyshko.” I stroke her cheek and then pat her head over the veil and the crown of roses.
She hastens her rhythm at the praise, her hands pumping me up and down as she sucks my dick like it’s a Popsicle.
“That’s it. Worship my cock, so it’s hard and ready to fuck your tight cunt.”
She trembles, but she maintains her hard-core pace.
I fucking love seeing her from this angle. The ring on her finger shines under the dim light as she jacks me off and plays with my balls. Her eyes are filled with lust and intoxicating admiration.
Respect, even.
And she’s wearing a wedding dress.
But as much as I want to keep watching her in this position, if she keeps going at this pace, I’ll come down her throat. And that’s not the plan tonight.
I tug my belt that’s around her neck and pull her off. Her lips leave my cock with a pop, a trail of saliva and precum forming a line between us.
“I’m not done,” she protests in a low voice.
“I know, but I prefer to consummate our marriage with my cum in your cunt.”
Her chest heaves, and I release the belt to retrieve a knife from my holster and grab the edge of her dress.
Sasha swats my hand away. “No way in hell will you be cutting my wedding dress.”
“How else will I get to the good part?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Have you thought of unzipping it like a normal human being?”
“That fucking mouth.” I let the knife fall to the mattress and pull her by the belt that’s hanging on her shoulders.
My fingers tease the curve of her nape, and I bite the sensitive spot near her pulse as I slowly pull the zipper down. “Like this?”
“Mmm…” She shivers, goosebumps erupting all over her skin.
I take my time in lowering her dress to beneath her pearl-studded bra that’s clasped at the front. My head drops between her heaving breasts, and I use my teeth to undo the clasps.