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)
Suddenly, I feel his cock at the opening of my pussy and his mouth is inches from mine. “I want you to know I will take care of you forever, Piccola. You are now my entire world.” Tears begin to fall out of my eyes. His words hit me right in the chest. “I don’t like seeing you cry baby.” He licks every last salty remnant off.
“They were happy tears, Lar. I have never had anyone care for me like you do. I trust you. I know you will always protect me.” His eyes close for a second before he opens them again.
“Your trust humbles me, Piccola.” How is this man so sweet but so filthy and bossy? He is through talking. I feel him removing his boxers and my belly begins to twitch. He slides his tongue inside of my mouth and I moan when his cock slides up and down my pussy, hitting my clit that is so sensitive from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. He pops it over and over with his cock, leaving traces of his cream on me. He pulls back and looks at me with so much concern. “I don’t know how to make this not hurt. Forgive me.” See, sweet.
“It’s okay, babe. Just do it. Make me your wife in every way.” That must be the right answer because his eyes turn dark and lust-filled.
“As you wish.” He hikes legs up to his waist. My body is humming once again, the expectation is insurmountable, but mouthwatering. Once again he whispers, “forgive me,” right before he pierces through what was left of innocence. I felt the pinch just as one would a shot with a needle, but I also feel full, stuffed, owned.
He is kissing me all over my face telling me how much I mean to him and how he will never take advantage of this gift. His words make the sting fade quickly and I begin to wiggle under him, but he has me pinned under his weight so I cannot move. “Lar, move,” I beg him. His vein is pulsing inside of me and feeling it is making me feverish for him to move and show me what it feels to be fucked and loved by the man I have fallen headfirst for.
He swallows loudly, sweat covering his forehead. He looks like he is in pain trying to make it good for me, but I want it good for him too. “Fuck baby, you’re tighter than a hole in a straw." he says, continuing to show restraint. "Dammit, I thought I could be a better man, but I am going to destroy your gift, angel. I feel like a monster right now."
“I am yours, Lar. You don’t have to apologize for doing what you are supposed to. Take me.” He begins pulling out and moving back in. Shallow thrusts, at first, but when I moan and move to try to meet his movements, he growls and looks at me, his eyes ferocious and filled with lust.
“Baby, don’t look at me with so much permission when I want to obliterate you. I want to take everything light and soft and fucking demolish it with the things going through my head.” His words make me moan once more and my pussy clenches.
“I’m ready,” is my only response. He bends toward me and kisses me with less finesse than before and I know I have woken him up. He sucks and bites at my mouth and I am with him, reaching for him, running my nails down his back marking him as well. I feel him when he slides out again and slams back inside of me, hitting something. I yell, my back bowing off the bed. He chuckles in a sinister way before baring his teeth. “You asked for it, wife. Now take it.” I did and I will.
“I feel you everywhere. I’m so full,” I mewl at him, spreading my legs wider. He sits up and grips my legs, holding one in each hand. His eyes are trained on the space between us, where we are connected.
Suddenly he is moving at a frantic pace, running like someone is going to take me from him. “My fucking pussy. Mine. My dirty little breeding hole. My fuck toy.” His words make me ache for him. I am pushing myself onto him as desperately as he is fucking me.
“Yours. Only yours, Larabee,” I chant over and over. My head is rocking, my body is quivering. His movements are vicious and unfeeling. I can see the darkness he spoke of taking over him and I should be scared but that is far from what I feel. “Babe, it’s too hard,” I yell when he begins pushing past what I believe is my womb. It feels like he is trying to come through my stomach. With each thrust I am moving further and further into another plane. I can feel the wetness between us, dripping and gushing with each push. It's dripping into the crack of my ass and that adds to the feeling.