Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“So sexy. Your panties are soaked. I see those pussy lips pleading for me.”
“Gideon, please.”
“No need to beg, baby.” Moving my panties aside, he lines himself up with my pussy hole, spitting on his cock for lubrication even though I’m wet enough for him to take me as it is. “I love fucking you with your panties on. It’s so fucking hot.” With that, he thrusts into me hard, slaps my ass, then reaches around to my throat and pulls me back, my back hitting his front as he balances me on his strong thighs.
I’m fully seated on his cock, and I can’t help the painful, pleasure-filled scream that comes out. “Gideon!”
“Oh yeah, just like that. Now ride me, baby. Say you’re sorry to your husband.”
“Wh—what?” I’m confused. He should be the one who’s sorry.
“Say you’re sorry for doubting me and thinking I wanted someone else other than you. Ride me, and I will slide my hands inside these slutty little panties and be really fucking rude to your clit until you come hard on my cock.” I’ve missed his dirty talk. And wanting him to do just that, I set about my job with enthusiasm. Using my knees, I start to ride his cock, and once he begins to moan my name, he finally does what he said he would.
Sliding his large hand into my panties, he uses those priceless fingers and starts to ferociously rub at my clit.
“Oh God, yes!”
“Apologize to me, Scar,” he demands in my ear. He sounds manic, and it fuels me on. “And say it the way I like it.”
“Oh shit! I’m sorry, Gideon, I’m sorry, Sir! Please let me come.” Something I can’t do is come without his approval. He trained me to be this way. No matter how good the pleasure, I can’t come without him telling me to.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight. I love you, Scarlett. I love you. I love you,” he grunts, and it reminds me of the first time, making me cry. I’ve missed my husband, my best friend, the mate of my soul. “Come, baby, it’s okay. Come for me.”
“I love you, and I’m sorry I let us drift,” I whisper through my tears.
“Beautiful baby, stop crying. We’re okay. We’re us, and it’s always going to be us.”
I orgasm at his words, screaming out, and that’s when I realize it.
“Gideon, I’m not on the pill anymore. You have to pull out.”
“I don’t give a shit. You are going to take my cum, and you’ll give me another child if that is what I want. Got it?” Taking over, he grabs my hips and lifts me up and down, using me for his impending orgasm.
“Oh God!” It’s a breathless cry.
“Yeah, fuck. I love you.” He comes, groaning my name out. “Scarlett!”
We come down from our orgasms and fall onto the bed. He positions us to where I lay over him.
“You want to have more children?” I finally ask after a long while of touching and kissing.
“Yes. I want you to give me as many as you’re willing to.”
My heart flutters. I love being a mother, and especially a mother to Gideon’s children.
“Also, we were supposed to wait until tomorrow.” I change subjects.
“No, you and I needed this. You were forgetting your place,” he remarks, and I pinch his abs.
“My place! I’m all for being submissive in bed, but don’t push it.” I climb on top of him and straddle him. He laughs as I keep poking at him.
Gideon looks painfully handsome, his hands behind his head, showcasing just how muscular and defined his arms are. He doesn’t say anything; instead, he stares at me with sweet adoration.
“What are you looking at me like that for?” I ask, slowly drawing circles with the tips of my nails.
“Just thinking about you. How much I love you. How upset I am that someone hurt you. How I failed to protect you.”
Confused, I stop my movement, resting my small hands in the middle of his wide chest. “What do you mean?”
“I should have listened to you about Jessica. And all these years, with your mother hurting you the way she did.”
“Gideon, no. She has always been that way. I’m used to her—”
“Well I’m not fucking okay with it.” As he grows angry, his skin begins to redden, and I know I need to—no, I want to calm him down. This was a beautiful night, and I don’t want the outside troubles getting into our bubble of healing, reconnecting, and forgiving.
“Can we face this later on, when we’re better?”
Seeing through me, he knows exactly what I need. “Tomorrow, I’m going to make you my wife again. I may or may not have a surprise planned for after.” Just like a true lover and gentleman, he changes the subject.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“I want to take you away. Get you on a beach and work on us. Just you and me. And try for a baby.”