Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“You’re not calling the shots here, Izzy. I am. I’m going to show you who this sweet little body belongs to.”
“Sam, please. I wasn’t going anywhere. I don’t want to leave,” I confess.
His hand goes still, and I cry out, not wanting him to stop. “You don’t want to leave me?”
“No,” I respond, moving my hips, trying to get pressure in the right place because he’s not cooperating. “Damn it, Sam. I need more.”
“Who do you belong to, Izzy? Tell me.”
“You,” I sob.
“Damn straight,” he practically snarls. “This is going to go quick, but I’ll take my time with you after,” he promises. I don’t argue because he’s finally let go of my arms. I immediately unlatch his belt and unzip his pants. “Izzy?” he asks. I look up at him and his beautiful brown eyes are filled with a hunger that makes me ache.
“I want you, Sam. I want all of you tonight.”
“What my wife wants, my wife gets,” he promises. I smile as he moves away. I’d protest, but instead, I watch as he strips out of his clothes. I yank off my top while he does that. He grabs my skirt and pushes it down my hips. I lift to help. His body is on me once more and the heat alone is enough to fuel my desire for him into a burning inferno.
He undoes my bra with a flick of his wrist and tosses it with the rest of our clothes. “Hurry, Sam.”
“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this, Izzy. You’ve been slowly driving me insane. I almost pinned you against the wall and fucked your brains out in front of all your coworkers that day you claimed me as your husband.”
“I wouldn’t have stopped you,” I breathe.
My gaze drops down as his hand wraps around his cock. He fists it, clenching it as he strokes in a deliciously slow movement. The sheer beauty of the act has the inside of my thighs drenched. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. “Look at you so gorgeous laid out for me, your eyes begging me to fuck you. You’re perfection, Izzy,” he croons. I watch as precum slides down the head of his cock and runs along his hand, making me lick my lips. He leans down, pressing his cock between my folds. “Hold your pussy open for me,” he rasps, staring down at my throbbing clit as I do exactly what he says. I let out a loud, keening cry, full of need as the plump head of his cock presses against my clit before he drags it through my cream and lines up with my entrance. “There’s no going back, sweetheart.”
“I know. I want this. I want you,” I tell him.
He pushes inside me, and I gasp as my body stretches to accommodate his size. He pauses, staring down at me. I wrap my legs around him, causing him to sink even deeper. His forehead presses against mine. “You feel like heaven,” he shakily exhales. “What was in the envelope?”
I lick my lips, wanting him to move, but knowing he’s only pausing because he needs to know, after weeks of me stopping him from claiming my body, why I’m giving in. “A new contract stating that we agree we both want this marriage, with all the time limits and conditions, especially concerning children, null and void. We are going to move forward together without limitations. I want a genuine marriage and if we have kids, they will be ours—not bargaining chips.”
“I’ll sign it as soon as I’m done making love to my wife.”
“I put a clause in there that if you ever broke our marriage vows, I had permission to perform surgery on you, cutting your dick off and sticking—”
“If you want to finish what we got started here, you should really stop talking about maiming that particular part of me.”
“Does that mean you’re finally going to move and give me what I need?”
He grins down at me. “Izzy, sweetheart, I vow right now that you will be the only woman for me—ever. I will give you what you need, exactly how you need it, any fucking time you want for the rest of our lives.”
“You can add that to the contract,” I groan, as his cock begins sliding in and out of me.
“It’s a deal,” he whispers, against my lips and then he’s kissing me, and I turn myself over to the pleasure as he drives us over the edge.
I never wanted to get married the way I did. Now? Well, now, I’d do it all again if it means that I would have Samuel as my man. We have a long journey ahead of us, but I’m not worried.
We can handle anything together.