Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I sashay to the dressing room desk and give the bored middle-aged woman my sweetest smile. “He’s been working out and I’m not sure of his size anymore. Do you think he could try these on?”
I follow Trace into the dressing room with the plush carpeting and bright lights, locking the door behind us. The upscale place has one of those nice settees in the corner, which is perfect for us.
I direct him to sit and take the clothes, tossing them onto the floor. Then I sink down onto the carpet between his knees. Like this, we’re face to face. “You’ve rescued me and protected me. Every day, you show me how love is supposed to be. You’re not just my hero. You’re my warrior.”
I press my lips to his in a searing kiss. When he responds hungrily, dipping his tongue into my mouth and angling my head, I know I haven’t misread things. This is exactly what he needs. I break the kiss and we’re both fighting hard to control our breathing, so the saleslady doesn’t know what’s happening in here.
I lean close to his ear, “Now, fuck your girlfriend’s mouth.”
“Molly…” he calls my name in a quiet groan but I’m already reaching for his pants. I unbutton them and pull down his zipper before I free his monster cock. It’s huge and won’t be easy to take. As it is, we have to work him into my tight little pussy every time we have sex.
But I want to give him this. I want to remind him that he’s a man. More than that, he’s my man and I spoil my king.
“Shh,” I put my finger to his lips and stroke his cock with my other hand, moving it up and down in a slow rhythm. I don’t normally get to touch him. He’s too intent on getting inside me. “Your queen is on her knees for you.”
I spread a drop of precum around his shaft, keeping my movements slow and measured, building this for him.
His head falls back against the dressing room wall, his body relaxing under my touch. For the first time, I realize I hold just as much power over him as he does me. It’s an intoxicating rush.
Dipping my head, I press kisses to the inside of his thighs. I’m here on my knees not just to give him pleasure but to make him feel loved. To show him I adore his body just as much as he does mine.
When I get to his cock, I press a kiss to the tip too, a little bit of his precum leaking onto my lips. I lick the flavor. He’s as salty as I imagined, and the thought has my panties getting damp.
“Use me,” I whisper before I open my mouth and take his shaft inside. I only manage an inch or two at first, getting used to the weight on my tongue and the feel against my jaw. He swells even more inside my mouth.
He moans, a low guttural sound. Then he takes my face in his hands and pushes his cock deeper into my mouth before withdrawing. He does it twice more, murmuring, “This time, relax. Take me all the way.”
I take a breath, letting him slide to the back of my throat. I gag around him, tears streaming from my eyes as he thrusts.
He pulls back and I take a hurried breath before he’s in me again, going so deep. I relax a little more each time, leaning into his rhythm and feeling an ache deep between my thighs.
“So close,” he whispers, trying to pull away.
I grip his thighs and refuse to move. I want all of him. I want every drop of his seed, want to feel his cock pulse in my mouth as he comes.
He swears under his breath and then he’s coming down my throat. I swallow him, drinking down his essence as he collapses against the wall, spent.
I swirl my tongue around his cock one last time, licking him clean before I tuck him back into his pants. My jaw aches and my lips feel puffy. But it’s worth it all for the sated smile he gives me.
He reaches for me, but I shake my head and gather the clothes from the floor. This wasn’t about that. This was about giving my man what he needed.
When we walk out of the store, he takes my hand. He still isn’t talking but that doesn’t bother me. I can feel the lightness in his spirit, and the knowledge that he’s finding his way back from that dark place is enough for now.
In the truck, he doesn’t start the engine immediately. Instead, he pulls me into his embrace and wraps his arms around me. He holds me for long minutes, pausing every so often to press kisses to my temple or my neck.