Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
I spread my thighs for him, my nipples pebbling at the thought of what he’s seeing. He’s seeing my pink cunt, dripping for him, prepared to be stretched around his massive girth.
He wastes no time stripping off his own clothes and his prosthetic. The only thing he leaves on are his black briefs that can barely contain his massive shaft. He’s going to be inside me soon.
He crawls onto the bed next to me and buries his face in my mound. “You’re a good little wife, making all of this honey for your husband.” He parts my pussy lips and scoops some up onto his thumb. He holds eye contact while he puts it in his mouth, licking it clean.
My body heats watching him and I whimper, pleading with him, “Lick up my cream. It’s all yours. Every drop belongs to you.”
He doesn’t have to be asked again. He dives in and eats me out like he’s feasting. He alternates between long, slow licks and hard, fast suction around my clit. But it’s not until he shoves his big, thick cock into my empty channel that I finally come.
He watches my face the entire time, barely moving. He holds his body inside of mine. It’s only when I’ve started to float back down to earth that he begins to ride me. “You’re going to come again.”
I whimper even as I flutter around his giant intrusion. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his size, but I always love it. I’ll always love the stretch as he breaches me, always love the feeling of being completely filled by him. “I don’t think I can.” Even as I say it, I’m getting closer to the precipice.
His next words send me over the edge. He circles my clit with the pad of his thumb and insists in a rough voice, “You will.”
My pussy snaps around him even tighter as my second orgasm begins. He follows me into the release, breathing harshly in my ear as he fills me with his hot, sticky come.
“Such an obedient wife, milking my cock like this,” he rasps.
I moan at his words. I love the two sides to this mountain man. I love the way he spoils me and cares for me so tenderly then pulls me into his bed and says the filthiest things. “You turn me on when you say stuff like that.”
He smirks down at me, his cock still buried between my thighs. “I know.”
Then we’re making out again, his lips on mine and our bodies moving together. But this time is different. It’s not the desperate, passionate need it was before. This is sweaty, slow love making, the kind that intertwines not just our bodies but our souls too.
After it’s over, he pulls me into the shower where we spend another hour touching each other.
“I can’t believe we’re married and can do this all the time now,” I tell him as I towel off. I had no idea when I drove up here from Nashville that I’d be going back to my apartment as a married woman.
“What’s wrong?” He asks quickly, sensing my sadness.
“I hate that we’re going to be apart,” I admit and move to the sink to inspect my skin. There are marks all over it where he’s licked, nibbled, and suckled. He wasn’t kidding me when he said every inch of my body belongs to him.
In the mirror, I see him scowling. “Who says we’re going to be apart?”
“Well, I live in Nashville, and your home is here. I guess, we really should have talked this through before we tied the knot.” I reach for the comb to get the tangles out of my hair, remembering how tenderly he did it for me last night.
He strides across the floor and picks me up, setting me on the bathroom counter so we’re eye-to-eye. “Let’s get one thing very clear right now. My home is you. Where you are is home. I go where you go and sleep where you sleep. Nothing will ever separate us again.”
“But—”
“Look at this.” He yanks his phone off the bathroom counter and swipes. “I already had a deposit down for an apartment rental in your building. I had a plane ticket and was in the process of packing up my life. If you hadn’t shown up on my doorstep, I would have shown up on yours. Because what we have is meant to be. It’s something we fight for.”
I glance at the documents in his email, barely able to breathe.
“Now, the way I see it, we keep this place as our little vacation getaway, and we sneak back here as often as our schedule allows it. But I’m moving into your tiny ass apartment, so get used to having a roommate, wife.”
“What about your career?” I protest.