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)
Another gasp filled the air, and he gritted his teeth, feeling her getting closer to her orgasm. He moved to the next nipple, and she cried out as he bit down. This time, he did so just a little too hard, and he soothed out the pain with his tongue.
“Please,” she said.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Good. It is good to want things,” he said.
She let out a growl and it was so cute. He moved her toward the table, and as it happened, it was screwed to the floor. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, lifted her up, and placed her on the table. Within seconds he had the lingerie off her. It looked sexy, but Winnie needed to be naked for him. The moment he had her in that moment, he was lost.
Kissing her, he reached for the buckle of his pants. Winnie was already there, opening up the button, easing down the zipper, and reaching into his pants to take out his cock.
He pushed her hands out of the way, gripped his cock, and then slid inside her, going balls-deep. They both cried out, and he felt the ripples of her pussy wrapped around him, and that wasn’t even her orgasm.
Once inside, he held her close, just enjoying the feel of her. He still hadn’t used a condom, and he never intended to. He loved fucking his wife, and the prospect of getting her pregnant was just too enjoyable to stop.
Elias had never thought about having kids. They hadn’t been at the forefront of his mind, but now they were. He wanted to have a family with Winnie. He wanted to have it all with his wife, and that had to be one of the scariest prospects of all.
Chapter Seven
Once again, they were back in the casino, one of many Elias owned. She sat, watching the cards play out, and she continued with her role. Only, this time Elias was different. Randomly, he’d touch her thigh or her knee, or stroke her arm. The small touches meant everything to her. She loved when he touched her.
A month had passed since their anniversary, and since then, she had been on cloud nine. She had also gotten her period, just last week. It had sucked as well.
Much to her surprise, Elias had stayed with her. Yep, while she was dealing with some bad cramps, he was there with a hot water bottle, company, movies, and ice cream. Never had he been so attentive, and she loved it.
The truth was, she had already fallen madly, deeply in love with her husband. But Winnie didn’t know if she was ever going to tell her husband how she felt. He was not a man that did … feelings. She had no idea if that was going to change, because he was different with her—more loving, caring, tender.
A lot had changed in a short space of time. Kind of like the summer months, which were fast turning to fall. Gone were the dresses she loved, and she was now in thick tights whenever she wore skirts and dresses, jeans, or pants. Also, sweaters had emerged from her wardrobe. She loved the fall.
They had also moved to the country house for a few weeks, and she had started to decorate. A fall-inspired wreath hung on the front door. Not that anyone but themselves and the guards would see it. It wouldn’t be long before she got the pumpkins out and started to decorate for Halloween.
She had set up a hot chocolate station as well. Elias was not a hot chocolate lover, but he had enjoyed one she made, or at least he had said so.
Winnie glanced around the casino as something didn’t quite sit well with her. She didn’t know what it was. Looking around the room, she felt a sense she’d not felt in over four years. The danger sense. Something wasn’t right. Each time she looked around the room, nothing was out of order. People seemed normal. They were all there to spend money and have fun.
She didn’t know why her sense was off. In the past, she trusted this feeling. Right now, she had no idea why it was acting up. If she felt this way in the past, she would find some way of leaving the house. When she did return, it was to find out that the foster mother or father had gotten angry. She would tell some of the kids, but they rarely believed her. This feeling had gotten her out of so many scrapes.
Grabbing Elias’s hand, she got his attention and leaned in close. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
He pulled back and looked at her, and she tried to convey her concern with a single look. Elias looked doubtful, but she couldn’t stop the feeling.
“Gentlemen, that is the end for me this evening,” Elias said, putting the card on the table, and removing himself.