Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
I let myself melt into the bed under him, letting the pleasure consume me… and my husband too.
Chapter Fourteen
BLAKE
Truly's fingers dig into my shoulders as I thrust in and out of her body. I shouldn't be taking her up against the shower wall. I’d taken her twice last night, trying to make up for lost time. When I awoke this morning, the temptation was too great. As much as I wanted to stay in bed with my wife pressed next to me, I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself. I slowly slipped from the bed, not wanting to wake her.
The plan was to shower and take care of my cock. Then my temptress of a wife slipped into the shower with me. When she started to rub her hands all over me, I was done for. Based on the moans she is making, it is clear that she is not upset about it.
When her pussy starts to flutter around my cock, I know she's about to go off for me. I was addicted to her before this, and now there’s no hope for me.
"Blake." There is a hitch in her voice as she starts to orgasm around my cock, sucking me in. I let go, having been fighting my release. I bury my face in her neck, thrusting as deep inside of her as I can get.
Have we talked about a timeline for kids? No, but that's not stopping me. I know what I'm doing each time I come inside of her. It's barbaric and fucked up, but to keep my Truly, I'd do anything. Laws and morals won't stop me from having her. Nothing will. Thinking about her round with our child has me wanting to take her all over again.
"Wow." Her body relaxes in my hold, and I kiss her neck before I let my cock slip free of her warm, tight heat. I lift my head to see her smiling. "I'm going to make us breakfast." She wiggles against me.
"You're the worst cook," I remind her, putting her back down on her feet. I flip off the water and grab a towel to dry her off before slipping a robe onto her.
"You let me worry about that." She lifts, offering me her mouth. I take it without hesitation, thrusting my tongue inside.
"But should the insurance company worry?" I tease her when I finally let go of her lips.
"Don't be a dick." She smacks my chest. I pretend to make a grab for her, and she darts, as I knew she would. The trail of giggles that comes from her has me rubbing the center of my chest. That burn there, only she has ever been able to give me.
I finish my shower, dry off, and get dressed. An alert goes off, and I see food delivered to the front door. A few seconds later, Truly’s hand slips out and snags it, bringing it into the house.
In that brief moment, it hits me that I’m not okay with Truly being alone outside of our home. I was pissed when she wasn’t going out, and now I’m irritated at the thought of it. I run my hand down my face. It’s her parents. I now see them as a threat, an active one.
"Tada!" Truly announces when I exit the bedroom. She has a full spread laid out, and she's plated it all. The containers are nowhere in sight.
"You spoil me." I pull her close and place a kiss on the top of her head.
"I put it on the card, so—" She shrugs.
"What's mine is yours." I pull out one of the chairs at the kitchen island.
"I want a big kitchen island in our next home. I love the idea of family gathering around it while you cook," Truly says, barely getting the words out before laughter comes.
"I can cook our meals." It strangely pleases me to feed her. I didn't know such a thing could be not only erotic but also intimate.
"I was actually thinking about taking classes. I'd like to learn."
"Only if you wish." I fill her plate and then mine.
“We could do it together,” she suggests.
“I assumed we would be.” I shrug my shoulders. Now that I have her, I plan on spending as much time as we can together creating memories.
“Really?” I get a shy smile from her.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Truly gives a delicate shrug of her shoulder. “It’s difficult to see you taking a cooking class. After all that Ivy League schooling you've done.”
“Right.” I wink at her. “I should be teaching it. That feast I made right here was the best I’ve ever eaten.” I tap the kitchen island, the same spot that I’d devoured her.
“Oh my gosh." She shakes her head at me, her cheeks flushing, but she’s smiling.
"You didn't attend a normal college either," I point out. "One you should be graduating from."