Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
I moan for the hundredth time and wiggle my hips against him, trying to rub up on his dick. Trying to catch it between my thighs because I am a disobedient slut but only for him, my husband.
A puff of air escapes him, making his chest shake as he says, “But then again, serves me right for bringin’ home a horny little young thing like you.” Then he lowers his voice, creeps the hand around my neck up to my mouth and yanks down the gag as he rasps, “Serves me right for not only makin’ her my wife but also puttin’ my baby in her belly the first chance I got.”
“I-I’m sorry,” I gasp, my pussy clenching, my entire body clenching.
His forehead falls to my shoulder as his hand travels low and settles on my pregnant belly. It’s still flat because I’m only twelve weeks in, but the way he grips it, strokes it, makes me think he can feel the curve. He can feel our baby sleeping inside, protected in the womb. Then, “Yeah?”
“Yes,” I insist as he keeps stroking my belly. “I’m s-sorry. I just… You were late and—”
He nods. “I know.” Then, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, he whispers, “I’m sorry too. You okay still?”
My heart blooms at the concern in his voice. The kind that usually creeps in when he’s being rough with me, or so he thinks, especially now that I’m pregnant. “Yes.”
“Want me to untie you?”
“No,” I say quickly. “Not until you…”
He places another kiss on my shoulder. “Until I what?”
“P-punish me,” I say, licking my lips. “For breaking your rules.”
His hot breath fans my skin and he moves. He steps back and walks around to my front. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he goes down on the floor. My belly trembles as I stare down at him on his knees. He leans forward and places a sweet kiss on my belly, making me moan again. Then, caressing my stomach, he says, “Just gotta do somethin’ first.”
I pull at the rope as shivers race up and down my body. “What?”
“Kneel at my wife’s feet while I put her on the best seat in the house,” he says, his hands moving up to my waist to grip me there.
“But—”
“And write an apology on her princess pussy with my tongue for bein’ late getting’ home before I punish her for bein’ too horny to wait for me.”
With that, he lifts me up, my legs coming off the ground completely, before he sits me on his strong shoulders and buries his face between my legs. And apologizes with his tongue, eating me out until I come. And then he keeps doing that until I come again, screaming and moaning his name, pouring my orgasm down his throat. Then, with me dripping down his jaw, he rises up and impales me on his cock. He fucks me with me still tied up to the ceiling and my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling me up and pushing me down as if he’s trying to jack himself off with my cunt. I have no control over this fucking except to hold on to the ropes and let him rut between my legs, his thighs slapping my ass, his fingers gripping my thighs, and pump me full of his cum. Oh, and come over and over again as he does that. All with his mouth panting against mine and his eyes watching me.
Hours later, we’re in bed, all showered and sleepy. I’m tucked into his body, my spine against his chest, my ass rubbing up in his lap, and I look behind me. His eyes are closed and his face is in my hair, but I know he isn’t asleep so I whisper, “Hey.”
A small flicker of his lips, alerting me of his smile. Before his arm moves, flexes to squeeze me as he rasps, “Hey.”
“How was your trip?”
He hums, nodding. Then, “Missed you.”
I smile. “I missed you too.”
He sighs, as if content.
“How was Lynnie?” I ask next. “Did she say when she’s coming to visit us?” And then I keep going, without waiting for his answer, “I want her to get here before the baby. Haven’s been sending me all these articles about the first few months, and I don’t think we’re going to have a single second to breathe when it comes. And I want to have plenty of time to spend with her. Plus, she has to show me her trick with the roses. Mine keep dying no matter what I do.”
After that night at Wildfire eight months ago, Radisson brought me back to his barn at Rawhide. We spent a few weeks there with everyone, including Reverie and Arsen, before we decided to move to his dad’s ranch. It wasn’t an easy decision for Radisson because he has been an integral part of Rawhide for so many years, but it was time for him to move on, to build his own life, live his dream. And those few weeks at his dad’s ranch were what we both envisioned our life together to look like so that’s where we went.