Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Emerson leans in first, her eyes brimming with lust. In this moment, everything feels perfect. I am the luckiest man in the world, and the scent that wafts out of my wife’s mouth when she opens it in preparation for my kiss makes my assumptions undeniable.
Her mouth, tongue, and lips are coated in peanut butter.
There’s enough greasy residue to kill me.
Doesn’t mean I will back away, though.
My wife wants me at her mercy, she wants me on my fucking knees, and her wish is my every command.
Air hisses from Emerson’s mouth when I band my arm around her waist and tug her in close. Her nipples scratch my chest as my erect cock digs into her already drenched panties. I can smell how aroused she is, and how hopeful she is that I will make true on the threat I delivered the last time she denied me at this exact location.
Emerson trembles—voluntarily this time—when I press my lips to the shell of her ear and say, “Are you sure this is what you want? I will never deny you, but your momma may never look me in the eye again when I show Father Loroza, on this very fucking altar, that a mouth isn’t the only place a man can kiss his wife.”
From the spark that lights up her eyes, I get my answer, but she adds words to the mix. “You didn’t think we really hired the church for the entire day for a ten-minute ceremony, did you, Coal?”
When lust burns through her body, making her cheeks glow, I step back, ready to empty the church with an arrogant wave of my arm.
Shock rains down on me for the umpteenth time over the past twelve months when I find nothing but empty pew after empty pew. Not even Father Loroza is in attendance anymore.
It is just me and the woman I would go to the end of the earth for.
Emerson lazily falls to her knees, deliberately enticing me, before she removes an EpiPen from her bra and stores it on her right for safekeeping. “What do you say, Coal? Shall I make you burn again?”
By the time we leave the church, I make true on my threat not once but twice.