Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
He pushes me against the wall of the shower, and I find myself dangling as he uses his strength to hold me up. I wrap my legs around his lean waist and nearly scream when that big cock of his starts to push into my pussy.
“Fuck, I can feel it, too. Oh, fuck, that feels so good.” He widens his stance, and his cock slips in another few inches. His hips flex up. “It’s good, Kaja, baby.”
I groan as he seats himself in my pussy. Between the dildo and Dante’s monster, I am so full. I think I might burst, but the vibrations of the dildo and the silky slide of Dante’s cock make me pant and beg. I am on the verge, and he only just started. I open all my senses, practically begging him to join with me.
I am surprised when he tentatively opens up. The mental door between us cracks open.
He thrusts inside me. “Don’t kill me, Kaj. Send me something nice.”
The door swings open, and I think about what memory to send Dante. I think about being free and running. I think of summer when the fjord is crisp and flows and flowers sparkle everywhere.
I open myself and am flooded with Dante’s desire. He wants me. He loves how packed with cock I am. He did that. He filled my holes and took me. He is a marauder, and I am the sweetest booty he can steal.
He hits that perfect spot, and I go off, my eyes closing as I feel Dante’s orgasm. His cock explodes, bathing my womb. He wants to cover me in it. He wants to know that I have pieces of him inside me.
Even as I come down from the heights of the orgasm, the dildo in my ass sings, and I wonder if one can die of pleasure.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dante
I stare down at a marketing spreadsheet, the numbers swimming in front of my eyes. It’s been two weeks since I brought Kaja home and I’m knee-deep in reports. They come in from everywhere. Everyone in Dellacorp it seems has a fucking report. Marketing. Financial. Business Management. Project Management. Human Resources feels the need to chime in. They’re all placed on my desk by my lovely, somewhat airheaded assistant, and then, I swear to the gods that the fuckers breed and make more reports with more numbers.
My head is going to pound if I spend another second behind this desk.
The door to my office opens, and Sandy, the hot blonde, sticks her head in with a grin. I want to groan but manage to stay professional. Sandy has been my “assistant” for over a year now. I hired her when I was head of Dellacorp’s Green Division. I hired her because she has nice tits and didn’t mind screwing her boss.
“Hey, boss man, your sister’s here,” she says with a wink. “You want me to tell her you’re out or something?”
Susan pushes past her with a frown on her face. “I’ll let myself in. You—go do something.”
My big sister, the CEO of the company, stands in front of my desk. She wears a designer suit, killer heels, and a frown that can chill the warmest heart. Her green eyes narrow as she gestures toward the now closed door. “Is she capable of doing anything besides her nails?”
I decline to tell my sister that Sandy is double-jointed and that makes her capable of a lot of things, none of which help me out now that I’m serious about my job. At the time, Sandy was practically perfect. Now, I constantly worry I’m missing something important. But my sister might be able to help me with that. “How much do you love me, Susie?”
Her eyes narrow suspiciously. “More since you brought Kaja home.”
Susan adored Kaja on sight. They spent a lot of time together in the last few weeks. I’m grateful for it. I’ve had very little time to spend with my bride, and it shows in our intimacy. Kaja needs me, and I’m hiding in my office behind a mountain of paperwork. I’m fucking everything up, but I don’t know how to stop. I have the job I want, and people are finally taking me seriously. I’m more miserable than ever because I have no idea what to do with my wife.
She should be attending charity functions and having teas with other consorts, but that’s not who Kaja is, and I’m not sure how she is ever going to fit in. I think about it all the time, and it’s driving me crazy.
Kaja scares me. Kaja tempts me. If I don’t watch it, Kaja will become my whole world.
And I don’t want that. This is what I want. I want my big corner office and my enormous paycheck and the respect of those around me. It is what I trained for. I spent years in school so I can take over a big part of the family business. It’s the very reason I got married. The job has to be my focus now.