Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
When they reached the bed, he sat then lay back with her sprawled on top of him.
She giggled. “Tired?”
“Exhausted.” He closed his eyes. She moved so she was straddling him, her big skirt billowing around them.
“I guess I’ll have to take care of you tonight, then.”
He opened one eye, peering up at her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He’d taken off his jacket when they were dancing. He must have left it somewhere as she hadn’t seen it since. She slowly undid the buttons on his waistcoat. She didn’t know how long he would let her take control, since Clint was a dominant guy. But she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
Once his waistcoat was open, she started in on his shirt, slowly revealing his perfect chest. Leaning down, she licked at his nipple.
“Baby,” he groaned.
“Thank you for the most perfect wedding, Mr. Jensen.”
“You did most of it, Mrs. Jensen.”
“But you took over when I couldn’t finish it. I mean it, Clint. It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.”
“I’m glad.” He gave her a soft smile. Then he sat up and deposited her on her feet. “Now, turn around so we can get this dress off. I want to see my baby.”
She grinned. And there he was. Her bossy man. Her protective Daddy. Her husband.
His hands damn near shook as he undid the ties of her corset. Christ, whoever made this dress must be having a laugh, thinking about how hard it was going to be to get the bride out of it.
Eventually, he had it loose enough that it slid to the floor. Now all she was dressed in was a pair of panties. He turned her with light pressure on her hips.
“No bra?”
She shook her head. “No need with the corset.”
“Damn, baby.” He leaned in and took one perfect, pink nipple into his mouth, suckling on it.
She let out a small gasp, her hands moving to his head to hold him there.
He let her nipple slide free then moved to the other breast. His hands reached around and grasped hold of her ass, massaging the firm cheeks.
“Oh. Yes. Clint.”
He loved the husky note of pleasure in her voice. Knowing that he had done that to her.
It was just plain hot.
He slid a finger over her panties. They were soaked through. His baby needed him.
“Move back, baby, and take off those panties.”
She took two steps back and drew her panties down her legs, throwing them to one side.
“Turn around,” he commanded. He needed to be in control. Lucky for him, that was what she needed as well.
She turned slowly, showing him every inch of her beautiful body. When she made a full circle, he gave her a smile. “Perfect.”
A light blush tinted her cheeks.
He stood then pointed to the bed. “Sit there.”
She gave him a curious look before sitting on the mattress. He turned, spreading her legs wide before he knelt. Her pussy was right there.
Plump. Pink. Sweet.
“Lie back,” he told her. “I want to eat my wife out.”
She gave a visible shiver that just pushed his arousal higher. His body flooded with heat. He stood abruptly and she looked up at him with wide eyes. He drew off the waistcoat and shirt.
“Too hot,” he said gruffly.
Lying back on the bed, she stared up at him with hunger in her eyes. “This is my first time watching my husband undress.”
He grinned as he reached for his pants, undoing them and pulling them down. “Is it any different?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “He’s mine now.”
“I was always yours, baby. From the moment you drove through that gate.”
“Even though you thought I was going to be a man,” she replied with a grin.
“Best mistake to ever happen to me.”
Finally, he was naked. He stood there for a moment as her gaze ran over him. She tried to sit but he shook his head.
“No, lie back down. It’s my turn right now.”
She rolled her eyes but lay back as he knelt once more. He placed her legs over his shoulders and leaned in to take a long, slow lick of her pussy.
Fuck. Yes.
He moved his tongue all over her slick lips, drinking her down. Her small noises of pleasure spurred him on. He thrust a finger deep inside her pussy, feeling her clench down on him as a cry erupted from her lips. He toyed with her clit as he drove one finger, then two, in and out of her passage.
Just as he heard her breath hitch, as he felt her thighs start to tremble, he drew away.
“Noo,” she moaned. “I was so close.”
He grinned. That was the point. He let her legs slide down off his shoulders. “Roll over, onto your knees, chest against the bed. Legs spread wide again.”
Waiting until she was in position, he took a moment to drink in his full of her. Then he slapped a hand down on her ass, watching as his red hand-print appeared on her white skin.