Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 200837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1004(@200wpm)___ 803(@250wpm)___ 669(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 200837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1004(@200wpm)___ 803(@250wpm)___ 669(@300wpm)
Mitch likes girls who wriggle in his lap at the seedy clubs in the Shipping District. Girls who charge him gold coins to get naked, and get on their knees, and don’t mind being told what to do.
And though I have never once been with a woman other than Clara, I have had fantasies over the last decade. Fantasies of making Clara do those things too. Not in a club, of course. Alone, in the privacy of our own bedroom. And while this isn’t our bedroom, it’s all I’ve got.
It’s all I’m ever going to get.
Because that piece-of-shit god in the tower is going to rip her from my life and all our hopes and dreams will die right there as I helplessly watch.
If that’s how this ends, well… then I’m gonna get everything I ever wanted from Clara Birch before I lose her.
It’s a selfish thing, but I can justify it if I give her everything she’s ever wanted from me first. I ease a finger inside her, making her moan and gasp ever louder. Making her back arch even higher. And just a few moments later, a powerful release makes her whole body shudder.
In a normal tryst I would hurriedly finish up after she had her climax, but this isn’t a normal tryst and so, instead of getting myself off, and instead of letting her relax and fully enjoy her orgasm, I grab both her hands, pull her up, and then get her back on her knees in front of me. She’s naked now except for the scraps of nightgown hanging on her arms, but she lets them drop to the floor as she raises her chin to look up and meet my eyes.
Hers are half-lidded. Bedroom eyes. Just-fucked eyes. And she is far, far more willing to give me what I initially wanted than she was five minutes ago.
I don’t even have to encourage her. She takes me in her hands, gripping my shaft in a tight fist, and then she begins moving them up and down. I grit my teeth and almost let my head fall back to enjoy the pleasure, but it’s not enough. Not tonight.
I want more and I want her to know that.
So instead, I place both my hands on her head and urge her forward as I lean my hips in.
She takes me into her mouth and this time, she tries a little harder. When the reflex to gag comes, she pauses, breathes through it, pulls back a little—but not completely—and then tries again.
This alone is more than I ever thought I’d get from Clara Birch. Even after years of marriage. She’s not a prude—she’s just poised, proper, and polite. And it’s enough. I’m so overwhelmed with desire for her—so completely taken by her willingness to please me—I go stiff, fisting her hair tight as I hold her still in preparation for what comes next.
Just as I close my eyes and let go—a fraction of a moment before my come spills out and sprays down her throat—she pulls back and it hits her in the face before she pushes my cock down and I release the rest all over her breasts.
I don’t care, though. It’s even more perfect like this. I bend down, pick up her tattered nightgown, wipe the come off her cheeks and lips, and then I kiss her long and deep.
We collapse onto the floor, settling together on a luxurious furry rug, and hold each other as we try and catch our breath.
She’s still panting hard when she speaks. “That… was… not what I was expecting.”
Even though I’m not yet sure if her admission is a good or a bad critique of my performance, I smile. Can’t help it. “Did it feel good? Or was it too much?”
She turns her body, pressing her breasts into my chest as she grins down at me. “Oh, it was good, Mr. Scott. It was very good.” Then she’s climbing on top of me, straddling my hips.
I wasn’t gonna say anything. Wasn’t gonna ask for more. Was actually going to let her get some sleep, since I doubt she’s had much of that lately. But when you turn your woman on to the slutty side of things and she decides that she’s ready for more, you do not discourage her.
I grab at her breasts, fondling them as she lifts up and places me at her entrance. She’s slippery wet and I’m still hard—turned on by her assertiveness—so I slide right up inside her and when she lowers herself back down, she takes me deep.
I catch her wincing, so I pause, holding absolutely still as she recovers. And this recovery happens quickly because only a moment later she’s grinding into me with hands braced on my chest.
I thrust up, our skin slapping together. And then I’m grabbing her by the ass and moving her back and forth, trying to whip us both up into a frenzy.