Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Eleven
Larabee
Ican’t believe she is mine. Legally and wholly. Knowing that this goddess is as hungry for me as I am for her, is making my dick ache and it is a feeling I can fix now but first we have to get in the air and head home. I don’t want this hanging over our heads not a second longer. We need to face it and get on with our lives.
“Do you have everything, Piccola?” She has been grabbing everything that was bought for her and packing it into the luggage that was delivered while we were making our vows.
“Almost. Just packing up the bathroom stuff.” She runs past me, kisses my lips and keeps going. I love how she is becoming more comfortable with me. It makes me want to puff my chest out knowing that the moment we said our vows, I could see the security in her eyes.
The buzzing in my pocket alerts me to an incoming call. Pulling it from my pocket, I see it is the pilot calling.
“Mister St. Claire. Everything is ready. Will you be coming soon?”
“Yes. We should arrive at the airstrip in twenty minutes.”
“Very well sir. Is there anything else we should have prepared?”
“Yes. The bedroom and some snacks we can eat in bed.”
“As you wish. See you soon.” My mind keeps going over anything I might have missed. This will be a short flight, ninety minutes, but in that time I can fuck her like my life depends on it, because it might and it will make her my wife in all ways.
Ten minutes later we are in the waiting car driving to the airstrip. Her ass is sitting on my lap, teasing my dick, causing him to spit all over my thighs. I feel her wiggle and I know she is doing it on purpose due to the smirk on her face while she is looking forward. Smack. I hit the side of her thigh. She gasps and turns around, shocked that I did that.
“Stop teasing me, Piccola. The more you play with my cock, before he can get inside of you, the more of an animal you are going to make me.” I look in her eyes so she can see the truth. I think I am also testing her. I know she says she is ready, but I am not sure and the last thing I want is to trigger something inside of her while she is trying to heal.
“I don’t want you to hold back, Larabee. I want all of you. You make me feel protected, sexy and like I can heal and be free.” She can be free. Just not from me.
“Be careful what you ask for, Piccola. I am a jealous man. I will be possessive, overprotective and you will never shake me. I aim to make you dependent on me, so you look to me for everything, Piccola. I will want to pick out your clothes, make sure you eat, and I will forbid things I think will be dangerous to you. You will be my wife, my life, and my possession. But I will demand full authority over your life. So you see, make sure this is what you want before you let me slide into that wet pussy and put my child inside of you.”
While I am telling her the truth, I have slid my fingers under her panties and begun rubbing it up and down her clit. With each word her pussy gushes more and more. Hmm. Seems like my girl likes a dominant hand.
She moans against my neck, her ass moving against my pants chasing her orgasm. I rub her detonation button, fast and then slow over and over. My eyes close trying to stop my own orgasm.
“Please, please, please,” she begs, shaking and gripping my shirt. When I feel her pussy clench against my finger that is sliding in and out of her, spreading her desire all over her, I pull my hand out. “No!” She screams looking at me in surprise. I put my fingers up to my nose and inhale her lavender and cinnamon scent before putting it into my mouth.
“The next time you come it will be around my cock, Piccola.” She begins to pout, and it makes me chuckle. “So fucking adorable.” She frowns even more at the term of endearment, but before she can answer, the car strops. My door is opened. I place her on the seat so I can get out first. Holding my hand out to her, my fingers tingle when she takes it and laces them together.
“Welcome Mr. and Mrs. St. Clair. Everything you requested is ready.” Fuck I want to make him address her once more with my last name attached to hers, but I settle for walking right through the plane and into the bedroom. The light in the room is low, with a pinkish sort of glow. There are roses on the bed and a covered tray on the side table which I am sure has a variety of accoutrement on it.