Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Look at you, filthy fucking girl. You’re so needy you’ll say whatever you have to say to get my big dick between your lips. God, you’re so fucking pretty on your knees, your mouth filled up, fucking quiet as you suck me off like the good slut you are.”
She whimpers as one hand slips between her legs. I watch her pleasure herself, stroking her clit in slow circles as she sucks me faster, spit rolling down my shaft and down her chin, dangling in a string as she wipes it with one hand. I pull her hair and make her gasp in shock as my dick pops out, and she strokes her pussy faster.
“Tell me I’m bad,” she begs, pleading, fingers sliding in and out faster. “Call me your slut again, Luca.”
“You’re a bad fucking girl, my little wife. You’re a mouthy slut, and I promise, I’m going to punish you. When we’re through, you’re going to be nothing but a mess in my bed.”
“Oh, fuck,” she says, head tilting back, eyes rolling. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck—”
I grab her by the hair and pull her to her feet. She yelps in shock, looking outraged.
“Did I say you could come?” I snarl as I bite her lower lip.
“You fucking—”
I turn her around, shove her over the edge of the bed, spank her ass so hard it instantly leaves a red handprint, and fill her pussy with my spit-drenched cock.
Her back arches in surprise as pleasure and pain rip into her at the same time. She’s so fucking tight and warm. It takes all my willpower not to spill the instant I’m inside her. I’ve been wanting this so badly, and now she’s finally mine again.
“You’re everything,” I growl in her ear. “You’re beautiful. You’re sinful. You’re all fucking mine. And when you break, you’ll break with me inside you, with my name on your lips.”
“Oh, god, yes,” she says, pushing back against me. “Please, just fuck me.”
I can’t take it anymore. All this goddamn teasing. I’m a strong man but there’s only so much I can handle.
I rip into her. I’m a fucking fiend as I fill her pussy from behind. She screams her bliss and her fingers grab at the sheets as she pushes back into me, wanting more and more, the greedy fucking girl.
The world’s completely gone. All my past mistakes disappear. All the dead littered in my wake no longer matter. There’s only Fiorella, my wife, my future. She’s life and joy. She’s the light I’ve been missing for so long. I fuck her like a beast, tearing into her gorgeous little pussy, destroying her, making her mine, and she cries out for more.
“Luca, fuck, I’m so close,” she moans, pleading now. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“You’re my fucking wife,” I snarl, ripping into her. “Say it. Tell me you’re my wife.”
“I’m your wife. I’m your wife! All of me!”
“You’re a bad fucking girl. You need your pussy filled. Say it.”
“I’m bad! Fill my pussy! Fuck!”
“That’s right, baby, break for me. Shatter for me. Lose yourself in ruin and bliss, you dirty fucking girl.”
Her back arches and her eyes roll back again, and this time I don’t stop. I stroke in and out and in again before reaching around to graze my fingers over her clit. Her skin flushes as she comes, her pussy clenching down and spasming, and that finally does it. She’s so goddamn beautiful as she floods all over my dick and explodes in gorgeous orgasm. I can’t hold back anymore. All my control is washed away.
I finish deep inside her. It’s everything I’ve always needed. The release is so deep I can’t breathe for a few seconds after it’s over. I drag her against me, needing to feel her warmth and her skin. I pull her into bed and hold her in my arms, breathing the smell of her hair, tightening my grip.
“All mine,” I whisper as she snuggles in close. “And despite what you think, I’m not going anywhere.”
She holds me back. “We’ll see,” she whispers.
I don’t know what happened to this girl. I don’t know who hurt her. But I’ll figure it out. And when I do, I’ll burn the fucking world to make it right.
And if I can’t?
We’ll find a way to heal.
But first, I keep my arms wrapped around my wife so she knows I’m with her, no matter what, and we drift off to sleep together.
Chapter 21
Fiorella
Irip open his top drawer, take a handful of his underwear, and throw it over my shoulder. “Come on, you asshole,” I mutter to myself, digging around. “Seriously? Nothing?” Only a stack of old condoms under his socks. I glare at them. “Guess he does know how to use protection after all.”
I move on to the next drawer and the next. I find a gun under his t-shirts, but otherwise, there’s nothing. I try his nightstand, rooting around pens, old half-used pads of paper, packs of gum, Chapstick, and other random crap.