Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Starting with her mouth. Kissing her long and slow, with my fingers teasing her nipples until her breathless moans sharpen into needy whines. All at once, she seems to remember that touching me is allowed now, and her hands come up to cup the back of my head, her kiss deepening as she holds me tight. Then her fingers go roaming, and it turns out that I was right. All this fucking time, thinking Maxine’s touch would destroy me…I was right.
Because no matter what she says, I’m not a good man. Not a man an angel like her could love. So I figure it’s just pure luck that the woman I fell so hard for likes how I’ll cross lines to have her—and even better luck that it makes her feel so damn good to let me take what I want, because otherwise she would never let me touch her. And if all I ever did was make her feel good for the rest of my life, I’d be a real fortunate bastard.
Yet here she is now, touching me like it’s got nothing to do with sex. First she held me so tight, then her fingers went exploring—but although it feels damn good, it doesn’t seem like she’s trying to make this all hotter. She’s not digging her nails into me, or pushing or tugging and silently telling me what she wants, or even mindlessly stroking her fingers over my skin. Instead it’s as if Maxine simply wants to touch me. As if she’s wanted to touch me, so now that she’s getting her chance, she’s taking it—and somehow it’s separate from all the sexy shit we’re doing at the same time.
And I remember how she used to put her hand over my heart when she thought I was sleeping. How that would destroy me, too. Because it made me wonder if she felt more than just guilt or that she owed me, made me wonder if she wasn’t only taking care of me by letting me use her pussy. It made me wonder if my angel felt more than she was saying.
Now I’m wondering again. Fucking praying that she does. But not really believing that she could.
And I won’t ask her. Won’t ask for anything more than she’s already giving. Instead I let her wreck me over and over and over with her fingers gliding across my skin, because the alternative is that she’s not touching me…and I couldn’t bear that again.
All I can do is give Maxine what she asked for. Making her feel good. Making her so damn hot that when I leave the sweetness of her lips and lick my way down to her breasts, she spreads her legs wider and begs for my cock inside her. But I ain’t done slicking her up. And she sure as hell doesn’t seem to mind it either, moaning and arching her back when I suck one of her stiff nipples into my mouth. I move to her other breast, and as soon as she’s panting and squirming, I keep on heading south, my breath skimming over white silk. Then she goes real still, her thighs trembling with the effort of staying so wide open as I draw in close, as if she’s waiting for me to take what I want.
I want all of her. But no doubt, this tight pussy is one of my wife’s most delicious parts. So fucking hot and wet, every lick making her hotter and wetter, each taste better than the last. Especially when she starts writhing and I have to hold her down so I can stay right on her juicy little clit. And this time when Maxine touches me…fuck yeah, she’s pushing and pulling now, and chanting my name, but I don’t stop until she’s screaming it.
There just ain’t no words for the taste of her as she’s coming on my tongue. ‘Delicious’ doesn’t even come close to describing pure fucking heaven.
I lick it all up, then shuck my jeans before rising up over her again. She watches me, her body flushed and languid, her lips swollen and her eyelids heavy.
‘Beautiful’ doesn’t come even close to describing her now, either.
Her eyes flare wide as I grip the base of my shaft and slick the fat tip up and down the drenched length of her slit. “You ready to be fucked, girl?”
“So ready,” she says raggedly, holding herself so open, so still.
“I ain’t so sure.” Deliberately I run my gaze down her front, to the silk bunched around her waist. She married me in white, like the virgin she was before I took what I wanted in the cabin. But though I’m taking what I want now, what’s between her and me is never going to be like that again. “Because I love the way you keep those pretty thighs spread for me. But if you want me inside you, you’d better wrap me up tight, like you’re never going to let me go.”