Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Dante, please,” she chokes out. Her breath catches as shivers ripple through her. The pull between us sends a violent rush of heat through my veins, leaving my whole world spinning.
“Don’t hold back, Alexandria. Never hold back,” I growl into her skin. My fingers press into her cheeks, pulling them apart, feeling wetness coat them, and damn, I wonder if she’d let me play with her more. I guide her down harder on her next thrust, going deeper, driving myself all the way inside until the headboard rattles against the wall. “You feel so damn good. I’m about to lose my fucking mind. Don’t stop.”
“Oh god, I feel so full, too full,” she whimpers, though she doesn’t slow down. She lifts herself again, taking my full length over and over again.
“Fuck, yes, so good, too good,” I growl against her neck, biting down lightly on her shoulder. “You were made for me, made to take every inch of my dick. You know it, too. Look how wet you are for me. Feel how wet you are for me.” She trembles in my lap, an uncontrollable vibration running through her nervous system as her pace grows faster, more desperate. She’s riding a fine line. Her breathing turns ragged, and her eyes close tightly as she fights to keep her tempo exactly how she wants it.
“Look at me, Alexandria,” I demand. My voice is rough. Every time she sinks down on me, her cunt pulses around my cock, sending white-hot sparks up my spine. “Open those pretty eyes of yours and look at the man who’s taking you.” Her green eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and burning with passion. “That’s it,” I murmur. My hand slips between our bodies, and my thumb finds her swollen clit. I press firmly, circling it in small, relentless motions while my hips thrust upward to meet her every step of the way. “That’s my wife. Feel how good we are together. How perfect this is.”
“God, Dante,” she sobs. Her nails dig into my skin, scratching me as she tightens her hold.
“Fuck, yeah,” I growl, pushing up hard, matching the relentless circling of my thumb on her clit. “I want more. I want you marking me so much that I carry them on me for days. I want you screaming my name so loudly the whole fucking building knows who you belong to.”
“Dante!” she cries out. Her chest heaves as she throws her head back, and her movements become faster, chasing after the high she so desperately needs.
“Tell me, Alexandria. Tell me who’s with you. Tell me who owns this sweet, tight pussy.” I lean into her ear, brushing the scruff of my five-o’clock shadow along her jaw, keeping my voice low and relentless as I whisper one filthy promise after the other.
“Yours,” she chokes out, her voice echoing around the room. “I’m yours, Dante. Oh god, please.” I press firmer, thrust up harder, and yank her mouth down to mine by cupping the nape of her neck.
“Fuck, yes, you are, wife. Come for me, Alexandria. Let go.” I feel her cunt pulsate around me with each syllable. Her control snaps in two, and she lets out a loud shattered scream as her orgasm hits in a violent wave. Her whole body shakes, and her thighs lock tightly on mine, knees digging in. I grip her waist just as tightly, pulling her flush against my chest as her inner walls milk me ruthlessly. I thrust my hips up in three hard successions, brutal, relentless, burying myself deeply inside her before painting her walls with my cum.
The sheer intensity of her climax ripples through my body, leaving us both gasping, tangled, and breathless. I collapse back against the pillows, taking her with me, keeping her pinned on top of my chest, right where she belongs.
“You’re insane,” she says aloud after a long silence, her voice hoarse as her heart beats wildly against my ribs. I wrap my arms around her back, tracing the line of her spine.
“I’m not insane, wife.” I let out a low, satisfied laugh, kissing the crown of her head. I’d pull up the blanket, but neither of us bothered pulling the covers down, so I’ll just have to keep her warm the only way I know how: with me buried inside her. “I’m a man who knows what he wants, and what I want is you.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
dante
Iwake up slowly. My body is heavy and thoroughly relaxed in a way I haven’t felt in far too long. Alexandria is fast asleep beside me, her head on my chest, one of her long delicate legs wrapped around my own beneath the sheets. Her wet heat from our combined orgasms does nothing to calm the ache in my dick that somehow manages to come to life at the thought of her alone. I trace my fingers along the smooth curve of her shoulder, taking in the faint, rosy flush still lingering from earlier.