Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I sink into his lips. Into the way they move against mine. Into his breathing, the pattern of his inhales.
His fingers slide through my hair, stroke my cheek, grip my wrists and arch them above my head. My hips move, grinding into him. I feel his hardness, digging back against me. He’s devouring me, and I’m tumbling down into this moment despite knowing it’s a terrible idea. If I can’t find a way to halt this freefall, I never will.
But I don’t want to stop.
He moves to the side, dragging me onto his lap. I shiver as he unzips my dress, and together, we finally get the damn thing off. It’s an immediate relief, as his lips find my neck, my throat, kissing, biting back up to my mouth.
“That’s so much better,” he purrs, chewing on my lower lip. “I hated doing this with you in another man’s wedding dress.”
“I feel like it was always yours,” I say, grinding my hips back. My panties are soaked through as I drag myself along his hard length through his slacks. I bite my lip hard to keep from moaning my delight. “You got more use out of it, anyway.”
“I ripped it to pieces,” he says, grabbing my ass. “Like I’ll do to you.”
“Prove it.”
He shoves me back, lifts my hips, takes off my panties. He kisses my inner thigh, doing it slow, making me watch. My mouth’s open, salivating, pleasure pulsing into me like gunshots. I gasp when his lips find my soaking clit, lapping me slowly in little circles.
I grab his hair tightly.
“Pretty girl,” he says, lapping me up and down. “Delicious girl. I knew you’d taste good, but to have a wife like this? That tastes like this?”
“You’d better learn how to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Strange time to say that, considering my mouth is between your legs.”
“That’s fine. So long as it isn’t your hands.”
His laughs and sinks his fingers deep into my pussy. My eyes widen as pleasure flares and my back arches. In response, I pull his hair.
“You like that,” he says, fucking me with his fingers.
“God, I do,” I moan, my eyes rolling back. “How the hell are you so good at this?”
“I’ve been saving myself for you all my life, princess.” He drives his fingers deeper, curling them, teasing me as he licks my clit. Pressure builds, growing, tightening in my core, the pressure that’s been there since the wedding but finally reaching an explosive peak.
I start to writhe my hips into his mouth, matching his rhythm. “I don’t want you to lie to me,” I moan, losing my mind. “But I also don’t mind it when you tell me nice things.”
“Such as how fucking good you look riding my fingers right now? How lovely you taste on my tongue?”
“Keep going.”
“But I never imagined I’d take a wife, let alone a beautiful wife like you. A wife full of fire and sex, a wife I want to break and rebuild. A wife I want to sleep beside, pleasure, argue with, fuck nice and deep and rough. A wife I could get off a thousand times and never lose interest.”
“Yes,” I gasp, muscles clenching. “Fuck, god damn it, yes.” My fingers dig into the covers as I come against his mouth. He doesn’t stop, the monster, he licks and fucks me with his fingers, and I keep on coming, harder and deeper, my eyes rolled back, my brain a total blank lost to ecstasy.
Until finally, I collapse back, breathing hard. Sweat trickles down between my breasts. He kisses me, making me taste my pussy on his tongue, then removes my strapless bra. He licks my nipples slowly, enjoying himself. “Lovely,” he murmurs. “I don’t know how I got this lucky.”
“I hope you’re liking this,” I say, grinning my stupid face off. That was the best orgasm of my freaking life. “Because it’s never happening again.”
“I doubt that.” He unbuckles his belt and takes off his pants. I stare, heart racing.
“We’re not done?”
“Why would we be? I’m not finished with you. Not even close.”
I start to back away as he takes off his boxer-briefs. The man’s cock is long and thick and hard as all hell.
“Maybe I’m finished with you. Ever consider that?”
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
I bite my lip. “I don’t think so.”
“Good girl.” He grabs my ankle before I can turn to run. I yelp as he drags me back on my belly, pinning me down on the bed. He spreads my ass, lifts my hips, holds me down with his other hand, and licks my pussy from behind.
“Oh, my fuck,” I moan, hands gripping the sheets. “That’s so fucking good.”
“You are so fucking good, my soon-to-be wife,” he murmurs as he leans back. I look over my shoulder, my hips still in the air, as his tip presses against my aching, soaking pussy. He moves it up and down, getting it nice and wet, before pushing it against my entrance. “Mine,” he whispers, before plunging himself inside of me.