Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
She didn’t want him to stop, and at the same time she didn’t know if she could take any more.
His hands sunk beneath her ass and he clutched her in his palms as he started to lick and suck at her cunt. Winnie had never had her ass grabbed in such a primal way.
She didn’t know if she could take much more, and then, as if by magic, he flung her right over the edge, into an orgasm that took her completely by surprise. She wasn’t ready for it, yet it was the best feeling she had ever experienced.
Elias didn’t stop there. He kept going, pushing her harder. Again, she didn’t think she would be able to take much more, until he then pushed her over the next edge, hurtling her toward another orgasm. She cried out. The feelings were unlike anything she had ever experienced. His name spilled from her lips, filling the air, echoing off the walls.
There was no denying his mouth was deadly. Not only was it deadly in his commands, but now with the pleasure it wreaked over her body, in all the most amazing ways. She couldn’t think or focus. All that mattered were the feelings.
And then, she felt him move up the bed, and she opened her eyes. She hadn’t even realized she closed them. Looking up at him, she took a deep breath as he settled between her spread thighs. This was it. She was nervous and yet anticipating. She didn’t want it to hurt, but knew that was exactly what was going to happen.
Elias took possession of her lips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. This is what she had been wanting. In that brief second, she truly hoped it wasn’t a dream she was going to wake up from.
She prayed, hoped, and then she felt the tip of his cock as he slid it through her wet slit, reaching up, and bumping against her clit. Another cry spilled from her lips, then he moved, and Winnie knew it was going to be painful.
Elias thrusted deep, tearing through the veil of her virginity. The pain was instant, shocking. She tried not to make a sound, only tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t want him to stop. All he had done was thrust in deep, and then he grabbed her hands, locking them together, where she had them squeezed into fists.
“I’ve got you,” he said. “I’ve got you,” he repeated himself.
There was nothing more she could do, other than lay there and hope the pain ebbed away. In all the books, she read it left as fleetingly as it arrived.
Winnie hated it, and she only hoped it got better than this, otherwise, she had just awakened a relationship with her husband she might not be able to stand.
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Elias left his wife in bed and made his way to the bathroom, where he took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and changed while he was still there. He didn’t linger, and instead made his way to the kitchen.
One of his men was waiting for him, and he took the paperwork he had requested with all the relevant details of Bozo. The man owned a few properties, which surprised him. He thanked his man, and then he was alone.
The first order of business was coffee. His thoughts kept drifting to last night, and feeling his wife’s pussy wrapped around his cock. In all his forty years, he’d never been with a virgin. When he married Winnie, he didn’t for a second believe she was a virgin. He’d married her so he wouldn’t have to kill her.
Knowing she had been a virgin didn’t change anything. Even if she hadn’t been, he wouldn’t have divorced her. However, there was a small part of him that loved the fact no other man had touched her.
She belonged to him in every essence of the word. He knew that made him a hypocrite, seeing as he loved women long before he’d even met his wife. He’d never been shy of having a few sexual partners, and nothing was going to change that.
Until Winnie.
Then, there had been no one else, but his hand for the last four years. It was fucking stupid, he knew that. He hadn’t promised Winnie fidelity, and yet he granted it to her.
Now, he finally got a taste of his beautiful wife, and knowing what he had at the touch of his fingertips, there was no turning back. Winnie was who he wanted. She was what he craved, and he was not going to look anywhere else.
With the coffee percolator sending out the lovely aroma of beautiful coffee, he decided to go to the fridge.
Winnie rarely slept late. She was often an early riser like him. Most mornings, she would sneak off to her beauty room, only to appear an hour later, which was usually before eight o’clock. Checking the time, he saw it was a little after seven.