Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He’s taken such good care of me.
It’s been in these few days that I can see glimpses of the young guy he must have been, raising his sisters and caring for them. He’s so tender and loving.
So precious to me.
And in return, life has kicked this poor man in the teeth, over and over again, and when I think about that, it fills me with so much heartache that it steals my breath away. I want to scream and hurt anyone and anything that tried to break this amazing man’s spirit. He didn’t deserve that. Not my man.
There hasn’t been much that I could do to thank him for everything he’s done for me since the accident. But as I lie here in the dark, against him, feeling his warmth, I know exactly what I’d like to do to show my appreciation.
If I caress his skin the way I want to, I’ll wake him up. I’d love nothing more than to touch him and run my fingers over all that warm, smooth skin, but Holden isn’t a super deep sleeper, so running my hands all over his rippling muscles and tattoos won’t do.
At least, not until later.
For now, I simply scoot under the covers, finding it so convenient that Holden likes to sleep on his back with me tucked up to his side, and take his half-hard cock in my hand and into my mouth.
He instantly hardens, and a low groan escapes his throat as his legs shift, and I feel him wake up.
With a satisfied smile, I sink over him until he’s pressed to the back of my throat, tighten my lips around his shaft, and pull up, all the way to the tip.
The covers are ripped off me, and I grin up at my husband, loving the heat in his eyes as one hand grips my hair.
“You shouldn’t be—”
“Stop.” I lick up the thick vein on his cock, then over the metal that I can’t seem to get enough of. God, it’s so damn sexy. “I’m fine, and my husband needs a blow job.”
He growls as I sink over him once more, and then both hands are in my hair, urging me lower. I relax my throat muscles, taking him even deeper, surprised that my gag reflex hasn’t kicked in.
When my nose is pressed against his stomach, he releases his hold, and I pull back so I can catch my breath and wipe the water from my cheeks, staring up at him.
“Fucking hell, babe. This is one fucking hot way to wake up.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Who’s babe?”
With his startled laugh, I sink down again, press my hands to his, still in my hair, urging him to pull me down onto him.
“You like that, wife? You like sucking my cock way down into your throat?”
I moan and cup his balls with my free hand, loving it when they tighten under my touch.
“Look at me.”
My eyes meet his as I pull up, circle the crown with my tongue, over the metal, then over the slit.
“You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your pretty little mouth.”
“I know.” His eyes are proud and glazed with lust as I take him in again, and then he’s pulling me harder, sinking into my throat even further, making me choke.
It’s fucking glorious.
“Take my dick, baby girl.”
I’m moving faster, up and down, both hands working him over, and I can feel by the way his stomach and leg muscles are quaking that he’s about to come.
“You want my cum, Rosie? You want me to come in your throat?”
I nod, not stopping for anything. Hell yes, I want him to come. I love that he’s losing control and that I’m the one that set it into motion.
“Shit, Rosie. Oh, God.”
I moan, and his fists tighten in my hair, and then he’s coming in my mouth, shooting me in the back of the throat, and I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.
I swallow all of him, my mouth working him over as he moans, and his hands tighten in my hair deliciously, tugging my scalp, making my own core tighten as I lick him clean. And when I’m done, I kiss up his stomach, his chest, and plant my lips against his neck, just under his ear as he pants, trying to catch his breath. And to my surprise, he rolls me onto my back, his fingers already deep inside of my pussy, and the heel of his palm against my clit.
“Hey, that was just for you.”
He shakes his head, kisses me deeply, not seeming to care what was just inside of my mouth, and covers me with his big, hard body, nudging his way between my thighs and effectively setting me on fire.
“Never,” he growls against my lips as his fingers start to move, curling to hit that spot that makes me come unglued. “It’s never about me, baby girl. Haven’t you figured that out? If you’re horny enough to give me a gift like that, I’m going to pay it back tenfold. I’m going to—”