Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
She claws my back, sobbing my name, and the haze of lust momentarily clears, allowing me to think straight.
"Are you in pain, baby? Does it hurt?" I ask, worried that I'm hurting her, that this is heaven for me and hell for her. The thought is intolerable. She should feel nothing but pleasure in my arms. That's what I want for her—ecstasy.
"No," she gasps. "You feel s-so good, Dalton. So good. More, please."
I groan, unable to deny her anything. I dip my head to hers, claiming her lips in another searing kiss as I buck my hips again, pushing the rest of the way inside her. Her perfect ass lands against my thighs with a little bounce, and she sobs against my lips.
For a long moment, I don't move. I just hold her, kissing her, reveling in the fact that she's mine. All fucking mine. For a man who never wanted any of this shit, it feels pretty fucking amazing to be in the thick of it.
"Ride me," I command, my voice rough as I tip her head back to meet her wide, dilated eyes. "Take what you need, wife. Use my cock however you want."
She rocks slowly at first, moaning into my mouth as she adjusts to the thick, hard length of me splitting her open. Her walls flutter around me as she lifts up and then sinks back down, her confidence growing.
"Like this?" she asks, her voice breathy.
"God yeah, baby," I rasp against her lips. "Ride my cock just like that. Take what you need."
She whimpers, her head falling back as she grinds against me, riding me until I swear I feel her in my fucking soul. "Dalton," she moans, her ass landing against my lap with every bounce. "You feel so good inside me. So big, so deep."
I roll her dark nipples between my fingers, pinching just hard enough to make her whimper. "These were for my hands, my mouth. I'm going to suck on them for hours, Tempest. Bite and tease until you're begging me to let you come."
"Please," she whines, arching into my touch. "I need…"
I smirk up at her. "Tell me what you need, Tempest. Let me hear all those filthy desires spilling from your sweet lips."
Her cheeks flush, her teeth sinking into her lip as she rocks faster, riding me harder. "I need you to fuck me, Dalton. I need you so deep I forget my own name."
"Fuck." I groan, flipping her onto her back and driving into her hard. "You want me to ruin you, baby? Want me to fuck you so good that you forget everything but me?"
"Yes!" she cries, clawing at my back. "Ruin me, Dalton. Wreck me."
How the fuck do you resist a plea like that? You don't. You can't.
I pound into her, the bed shaking with the force of my thrusts as I claim her, branding her with my cock. The sounds of sex—of skin on skin and our cries of pleasure—echo around us. But it's not enough. I want everything she has until she's wrecked beneath me, unable to think about anything but me and my cock. Until she eats, sleeps, and breathes me, the same fucking way I already do her.
I bury my face in her neck, biting and sucking, leaving my mark all over her perfect body. "This pussy is mine," I rasp in her ear. "This body is mine. You are mine, Tempest. My wife. Say it."
"I'm your wife," she sobs, trembling beneath me.
I slide my hands down to her ass, spreading her wider. I want to be as deep as I can get, want to feel every inch of her.
"You like that, baby?" I rasp in her ear. "You like feeling your husband stretching you open and making you take every inch of his cock?"
"Yes!" She rocks beneath me, desperately trying to meet every hard thrust. "I love it. I love feeling you inside me, Dalton."
I capture her lips in a filthy kiss, my tongue plundering her mouth as I slide a hand between us, finding her swollen clit. I rub hard circles, making her thrash and wail beneath me. Her pussy flutters and clenches. She's so close. So fucking close.
"That's it, Tempest," I growl. "Squeeze me with this tight little cunt while you come all over me."
"Together," she demands, panting for breath, mindless with pleasure. "Come together."
"Fuck yeah," I breathe, kissing her deep, willing to give her anything, even my fucking heart. I feel it beating, pounding like a drum in my chest—alive and whole for the first time in decades. Beating because of her. Beating for her.
Her pussy clamps down on me like a vise, rippling and fluttering as she shatters, screaming my name. It's too much, too good.
I shout her name, slamming into her without rhythm as I explode, pumping her full of my cum. Even then, I can't stop touching her, can't stop kissing her. And I know—I fucking know—that I can't lose her. I can't fuck this up. If I do, it won't just destroy her. It'll destroy me, too.