Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“You’re not.” I kiss the top of her pussy lightly. “You’re far from a problem.”
“She’s going to kill someone.”
“That isn’t your fault.” I kiss lower. “I shouldn’t have pulled away.” I kiss again, tasting her as my tongue slips forward, lapping her up. “That was a mistake.”
“It was annoying,” she says, breathing fast again.
“You missed this.”
“Don’t flatter your—” She moans, arching as my fingers slide into her and my mouth sucks her clit. “Oh, fuck, okay, yeah, I missed this.”
I grin and lick her and suck her, fingers sliding in and out. I could stay right here in bed and taste her all night long. I could live with her moans until the day I died. Nothing’s better than this, than making my beautiful little wife gasp and come apart. It’s the most incredible sight in the world.
But I’m crazy with how bad I want her. I’m so hard it hurts. My dick’s aching and sore, begging to feel the inside of her tight pussy again. I draw her close, getting her right against the edge, teasing and pushing, licking and sucking, fingers sliding in and hitting that good spot, and when her cheeks are flushed and her chest is pink, I pull back.
“Why?” she gasps, eyes wide with need. “What? Don’t stop!”
I pull off my boxer briefs, spit into my hand, and stroke my cock. I moisten the tip of my dick before pinning her back down.
“I didn’t say I was done with you,” I murmur in her ear, rubbing myself against her soaking wet pussy, glazing myself with her wetness. “I’m far from it, but I couldn’t wait anymore.”
I sink myself into my wife. It’s goddamn bliss. She arches, gasping, and kisses me. I bite her lower lip and hold her hands above her head as I fill her to the brim, fucking her deep, taking her again and again with hard strokes. She grinds back, begging me to keep going.
“I never should’ve tried to stay away. I’ve been thinking about this every night. I hate sleeping in this fucking bed.”
“This bed… is pretty good… right now.”
“It’s perfect.” I thrust deep, filling her to the brim. Her eyes roll back and she lets out a low moan. “You—Are—Perfect.” I punctuate each word with another thrust. “And You—Are—All—Mine.”
I fuck her deep and don’t stop. I stroke in and out and in again, grinding and thrusting to her rhythm, driving her closer and closer. She’s mewling and gasping, dancing right on the edge of bliss and breaking, and I can’t hold myself back anymore. I grip her wrists harder, thrust fast and rough, begging her to come for me.
She arches as her eyes roll back again. This time, her mouth opens wide, and she shatters like glass. It’s so incredible. Her pussy clenches down, warm and tight, and I can’t handle seeing her like this. I growl my bliss as I release myself between her legs, thrusting and fucking her through her orgasm and my own, and we come together in a sweaty, beautiful heap.
When it’s done, I hold her in my arms. The sheets are a wreck.
“You should creep outside my door more often,” I murmur into her hair.
She wiggles her ass against my still-hard dick. “I wasn’t creeping.”
“You were lurking.”
“Better than acting like Rambo. You could’ve shot me.”
“Never.” I kiss her neck. “I’m always in control.”
“Doubt that,” she mutters, smiling to herself. “And anyway, I won’t be lurking anymore, right?”
“Why’s that?”
“Because, you know—” She frowns a little and her cheeks turn red. “I mean, I’m just saying—”
“You think I’m coming back to your bed.”
She turns crimson. “Well, why wouldn’t you?” She turns around, arms crossed over her breasts. “Or was this just some stupid one-night mistake and now you’re regretting it? Because being near me is dangerous and I’m going to get your family killed? Oh, God—”
I pull her against me again and kiss her. I hold her like that before pulling back. “I’m teasing. I’m coming back to bed.”
“Okay. Good.” She goes limp against my chest. “You better.”
“Sure you can handle my mess?”
“I’m positive, because you are going to be better about picking up after yourself.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” She wriggles tighter against me, searching for comfort. She acts all hard and difficult, with her obsession and her neatness, but under all that, she’s just a soft little kitten. “Now quit messing with me. It’s been a hard night already.”
“Alright, baby.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. No more teasing.” I kiss her again. “Let’s just stay here for a while.”
“Works for me.”
Chapter 26
Alina
Iwake up energized. There’s nothing like a deadline to get my ass moving.
Not that I even knew about it until three days had already slipped past.
But no worries. Doesn’t matter.
I can beat the shit out of this problem with my bare hands.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say, sing-song, as Seamus comes downstairs. “I have coffee brewing.”