Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
He drops down on his stomach and rubs his tongue against my folds until they part for him, his possessive grunt sending ripples of lust cascading downward in my belly. “Ike,” I moan, twining my fingers in his hair. “Feels so good.”
His big hands scoop beneath my buttocks, lifting me for his carnal treatment. He spears me with his tongue and twists his face against me, growling, dragging his tongue in and out, pushing me to the brink so fast, I don’t know which direction is up. All I know to do is pump my hips against his mouth and pray he strokes my clit soon and puts me out of this fantastic misery.
Finally, Ike applies just the barest amount of suction over my sensitive nub and my insides buckle, shivers of ecstasy rioting through me, my fingers still buried in his hair and yanking, soothing, twisting. “Oh my God!”
Ike prowls over me like a lion stalking his pray. “Little red bikini,” he snarls, flipping me over onto my stomach. I whimper, lifting my backside to rub it in his lap, whining for cock. In these moments with him, I’m not a mother or a wife or even a woman. I’m a depraved, sex-addicted creature and I need to be filled or I’ll die.
“Please,” I sob, sliding my knees open wider and bending forward, spreading my cheeks to show him everything he owns. “Please.”
“Does my obsession know what she tempts?” he grits out, positioning himself behind me and slapping his thick shaft against my entrance. When he’s in that spot, that perfect place where a good thrust will fill me to the hilt, he falls atop me, pressing me down hard so I can’t move. I’m caught. At his mercy. Waiting.
“Ike. Please please thrust. Please I hurt. Please.”
His breathing turns rapid. “Does my obsession know what she tempts?” Ike asks again, his teeth sinking into the meat of my shoulder. “Answer me, my beautiful wife.”
My brain is a lust trap. I can barely think. “I-I tempt my lover. I tempt his body.”
“Yes. All those things.” He thrusts into me hard, his lap smacking into my butt, and I scream from the sudden pressure until my throat is raw. “We can pretend for other people, but we both know you tempt the beast,” he growls into my ear. “If I wasn’t one before, this obsession with my Diana has turned me into one.”
I curl my fingers into the bedding and moan, his thrusts shaking me with their impact. “Then I love the beast and the man. Everything you are.”
“And I love you, too, Diana. More than my heart can stand,” he breathes, kissing the place where he left teeth marks behind. “Until the end of time.”
THE END