Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“That’s enough, release me.” She took a few more swipes at my cock with her tongue before letting my cock go with a plop. I stroked furiously on my cock until the first volley flew from my cock slit.
The first splashed across her cheek and dripped onto her lips. She licked it off and opened her mouth for more which I gave her. The next one landed on her greedy tongue.
I moved back just a step and directed the next shot to her tits. I came harder and longer than ever before, sharing my jizz between her face and her tits.
My knees were weak and shaking when the last of my cum landed on the edge of her lip. I watched in amazement as her quick tongue came out and licked it away as she looked up into my eyes.
I wiped my cock across her cheek, and dipped it back into her mouth for her clean me up before pulling out again. Lifting her to her feet, I cleaned her tits with my fingertips and fed them to her.
“Ummm.” Now she was the one humming in pleasure. I fed her all that I could find before taking her lips with mine. My cock refused to go down as I rubbed it into her middle, the hard points of her nipples pressed into my chest.
I should’ve sent her away just to be safe but I didn’t. Instead, I took her into the shower and cleaned us both up. Once back in the bedroom, I laid her on the bed and pulled the covers up over her. She was already half asleep by the time I was done making sure she was comfortable.
“I’ll be back baby, rest.” I kissed her forehead and her lips before turning out the light and leaving the room.
15
For the next few weeks I got a preview of what our life together was going to be like. She was a whirlwind of fire and laughter. When she wasn’t fighting me over every detail of the wedding, she was teasing me to distraction in her bid to get me to bed her.
She wanted to rush the preparations, but I insisted that she take her time. She had the help of the best wedding planner in the country so that eased a lot of the stress, but I wanted her to enjoy every bit of it. She only had one shot at this after all.
Since she wasn’t in school any longer we spent long days together, talking over everything, getting all her fears out of the way, and each day I fell more and more under her spell. My growing love for her blinded me to everything else.
I had no time for outside interference and thank fuck there were none. I hadn’t heard from my mother, and the few times I tried to see her she refused me, so I let her be. I had my hands full with this one anyway.
Helen had gone away last I heard, and the whispers that had cropped up in the beginning had died a quick death. We got a lot of stares when I took her into town for dinner, or just to walk around the square, but no one ever approached us.
Contrary to what my mother had surmised, my business didn’t suffer because of my marriage plans, and any friend who even uttered a negative word was left behind. I meant it when I said I would put her first, even above my own interest if it came to that.
She had some trying days when she seemed to fear her happiness coming to an end. On those days I’d take her to our bed and give her my mouth until she wasn’t thinking about anything but me and what I was doing to her.
As promised I gave her access to the historical papers in the vault, which kept her occupied, but our nights were spent wrapped around each other. That’s when she’d use her wiles on me, try to wear me down.
She wanted to rush the wedding preparations, her only reasoning was so she could finally feel me inside her. I wanted her to take her time and have the wedding of her dreams, even if it killed me. And before it was all said and done it damn near did.
I spent most days and nights with my balls full and my heart growing more and more under her control. I didn’t just love her, I adored every bit of her. From her sassy mouth, to her shy reticence in my bed.
I’d find myself searching her out when I was supposed to be working upstairs in the home office. I’d miss the sound of her voice at the most inopportune moment, or the feel of her skin under my hands. By the time we were a week away I was ready to howl at the moon and my mood was less than obliging with everyone else but her.