Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
With her, it’s this mad urge, this need to thieve one climax after the next from her greedy little pussy when she comes on my cock.
I don’t let myself slow down to ask why.
With the hand in her hair tightening to slow her rhythm, which throws me closer to an orgasm I’m not ready for, I pull out of her mouth.
My cock gleams and she licks her lips.
“You taste so good.”
“Who’d have thought you were such a filthy slut for me?”
“But you love it.” She lies back and spreads her legs, smiling.
What the fuck have I done to her?
There’s no sign of the shy bookish thing Margot reintroduced into my life. Not when she’s splayed out in front of me like a seven-course dinner.
I know it’s my fault, and there’s an evil pride in that.
I’ve unlocked a sexual demon or a goddess. I’m not sure which yet.
I yank off my shirt and my pants, stripping down before I crawl up over her.
“I love what I see right now,” I say.
And I love that you’re mine until this is over.
I love that I’m going to be obsessed with fucking my wife daily.
I don’t dare say that shit out loud.
I’m not that stupid.
This isn’t about making her mine for real.
It’s about enjoyment, the stress relief, making the best of this weird situation that suddenly isn’t torture.
She’s so wet, I push into her with a single thrust, the head of my cock stretching her soft cunt.
Instant heaven.
Best fucking thing that could ever happen.
Better than her mouth, even, and that was so good I almost blew my nut down her throat.
“Shit,” she breathes, angling her hips so I can bottom out in her depths.
I brush the hair back from her face. “How good does that feel?”
“Amazing.” Her eyes flutter closed. “So good.”
She’s got that right.
“So damn good,” I repeat, thrusting inside her again with an animal urge. “So fucking good, Hattie.”
I hate how I can’t hide it, how pussy-drunk this woman makes me.
She has the power to make me lose my goddamn mind like no one else.
I bend down to suck on her nipple, growling into her skin.
First one, then the other.
Her hands scrape my scalp as she slides her fingers through my hair, even though there’s not much to grab on to.
Maybe I’ll grow it out one day for her like I did when I was younger.
Only for her.
Stupid, crazy thought, but there are no limits to this fever.
We’re burning hour after hour fucking our wits away.
And today, I fuck hard.
Her hands move to my shoulders, nails digging in for support.
She’ll leave ribbons if she isn’t careful, and she doesn’t even seem to be aware. Her eyes are wide, her mouth half-open, her gasps coming faster and faster.
Like I said, art.
And the world falls away under me.
This doesn’t just feel like sex anymore.
Yes, we’re fucking, and it’s unbelievably good, but the tightness in my chest isn’t just the pleasure hammering through my heart.
She moves under me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Nothing else exists in the moment except her little pussy hugging my cock.
There’s nothing but my hips colliding with hers.
Just us, just this wanton destruction, just a hungry, greedy drive to possess each other.
Her nails stab my shoulder and her mouth sucks at mine.
Her legs grip my ass and my body pummels her into the bed.
Hot and hard.
Wet and willing.
Fucking relentless.
The only thing that keeps me from blowing right now is the sound of her pleasure.
Her eyes meet mine then and I know she’s lost it.
Pure magic.
A spell of otherworldly fuckery I never want to end.
But I also want her to come, so that’s why I focus.
I’m only human, and there’s only so much a man can take with these punishing strokes and soft whimpers serenading my ears.
Only so much of us.
Only so much of her.
Growling, I reach down between us and find her clit.
Not slowly, not gently, but hard, pressing where she needs me most.
Her eyes widen.
Her head falls back.
Her fingers shake as she grips my shoulders.
“Ethan!” Her voice is all raspy seduction. “Holy sh—yes!”
And then she’s gone, coming her soul out under me, squeezing my cock so hard I see stars.
A mountain couldn’t hold me back.
Seeing her like this, totally broken by pleasure, hips crashing into mine and out of control, lost in soft, sexy moans as she comes on my dick, it’s officially too fucking much.
I come so hard I’m temporarily blinded.
Nerve endings I didn’t know I had light up like fucking Christmas, slashing down my spine, pouring fire into every extremity.
Feels like my hair’s burning, standing on end.
And my balls go off like live grenades, pouring their heat into her, claiming her raw pussy for the first time.
I come so hard my brain inverts.
No, I didn’t grab a condom in the rush.
And she didn’t protest one word.
We’re past barriers now, dangerously close to some animalistic union that might ruin every future hookup.