Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 29266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Phillip.” I pull my eyes away from where she’s holding me at her entrance, to her soft green eyes. She smiles at me, and it’s as if we’re sharing a secret. I smile back, and she drops down on my cock in one quick motion.
My groan is loud, and she lets out a little squeak of pain. I hold her to me as we both breathe through the new feeling—her having me inside her and me being strangled by her glorious pussy. It takes me longer than her to recover. She starts to move a little, but I grab her hips and still her, trying to get myself under control.
After I think I have myself together enough to keep from cumming the second she moves, I give her a nod.
“Go slow,” I say, giving her a stern look. She gives me a mischievous one in return, and I know I’m in trouble.
She tests out the length of my cock, slowly moving up and down until she has familiarized herself with him. She’s discovered every inch of him, and I’ve groaned loudly at each pass. Fuck, I’m never going to last.
As I grab her thick hips, her tits start to bounce in my face. I lean forward just a little as the soft flesh hits me with each movement. She’s so soft everywhere, and I can’t take it anymore. She wanted all of me, and I’m going to give it to her.
Rolling up over her, I thrust into her hard. She grips the headboard behind her and moans loudly into the room, her back arching off the bed. Rose petals are stuck to both of us, but I couldn’t care less.
“You’re taking me so good, baby.” She lets out another curse, loving my dirty talk. “Goddamn, you’re a virgin, but you want it rough. Thank God you're my wife. All fucking mine.”
Her legs come around my hips and she grinds into me. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation in our love-making. And it is love-making. It may be fierce and strong, but there is so much love between us.
I take her just like she wants it. Her nails dig into my shoulders and back. Our passion has been stemmed back for too long. She’s so fucking tight and too goddamn good for me to last any longer.
I’d stroked my cock thinking about this moment so many times, but it wasn't even a tenth as amazing as the reality of it.
Reaching between us, I strum her clit and tell her what she needs to do.
“Cum on me, my love. Give your husband your cherry orgasm. It’s mine. It belongs to me.”
She clenches around me and, like a good girl, cums on my cock. It’s so beautiful watching her writhe while I’m inside of her. The blush that sweeps across her skin as she lets out her pleasure sends me over the edge. I cum deep in her, unable to hold back. She’s too perfect, and she’s all mine.
I blink a few times and adjust my erection, putting away thoughts of our wedding night. We spent a week in that house on the sound and never once saw the water. I hated leaving that house. It felt even then like our bubble was bursting. I knew after that week that things had to change in my life. I couldn’t be away from her after having all of her in every way imaginable.
Hitting my fist against the steering wheel, I blame myself for this. I should have acted sooner. Cared less about the stability of the company and said fuck it before it got to this point. She deserved better. She deserved all of me. Now that I’m going to get her back, she will get it. I’ll make this right. Just as soon as I turn her over my knee for ever thinking about leaving me. All this need I’ve been holding back is about to be ripped wide open.
Chapter Six
Molly
A pain shoots through the back of my head as I try to open my eyes, but they don't seem to cooperate no matter how hard I try.
“Baby,” I try to whisper, not knowing if anyone around me can even make out what I’m saying through the chaos. The sound of sirens bleeds into my head, making the pain start to pound even harder.
“Ma’am, you’re going to be okay. Just try not to move,” I hear someone say. The sound is so far away, but I can feel their breath against my ear like they’re leaning in to talk to me.
“Baby.” I try to say the simple word again, still not knowing if the words are leaving my lips. I try to lift my hand to bring it to my stomach.
“Ma’am, please try not to move,” the man says again. His tone is soft but firm.
I am trying, but it doesn’t seem to be working.
“The truck just came out of nowhere and I just grabbed her to pull her out of the way. I didn’t mean for us to come down on the ground so hard,” I hear another man say. “Is she going to be okay?”
“Sir, just step back.”
Voices start to mesh together, and I try to open my eyes again, but everything seems to be slipping away. The voices and the chaos echo as if far away, until blackness falls.
“That’s my wife!”
The bellow penetrates the darkness, the voice bringing me back.
“That might be the case, sir, but it’s my understanding—”
“If you want to keep your job, I wouldn’t finish that sentence, Doctor. Don’t think I’m not above buying this hospital and anything else just to fire your ass.”
“Phillip, calm down. This isn’t helping anything,” a stern female voice cuts in. She sounds just as familiar as the man…Phillip. The thought of his name sends a sweet warmth through my body, and I feel myself start to drift into the darkness again.
“God, I’m going to love doing this every day for the rest of our lives.” The man leans down, taking my mouth in a soft kiss. It’s lazy and sweet, like he has all the time in the world to kiss me. He pulls back, and his dark blue eyes scan my face. His coal-dark hair looks like he’s been running his hands through it, or maybe I have. “Still doesn’t feel real that we’re married.” He moves in a little closer, his bare legs tangling with mine.