Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
He was already getting hard and wanted to be inside her once again. Focusing all his attention on her clit, he worked her nub, feeling her body tense beneath his hands, knowing she was so close.
This time, as she screamed his name in orgasm, he worked his way up her body, using his fingers to continue her release as he found her entrance. He thrust in deep, feeling her orgasm as she finished the last few waves of her release.
Even though he’d fucked her so many times last night, she was still so fucking tight. He was addicted to her.
“Liam,” she said.
He lifted her and spun them around so she straddled his waist and he leaned against the headboard. Her legs circled his waist. He gripped her hips, holding on to her, guiding her over his cock, taking her deeply. Liam stared into her eyes as she started to work his cock, going up and down.
Tightening his grip on her hips, he watched her, feeling consumed with the need to fuck her, to take her, to constantly mate her until her belly was full with his child. Instead, he held her hips, showing her what he wanted, letting her set the pace for what she wanted.
“Liam,” she said, moaning his name.
“I’ve got you.”
“It feels so good.”
“I know.”
“Will this feeling ever go away?” she asked.
“Not if I can help it.” Sex between them was always going to be amazing. They were too good together for it not to be. She was fire in his arms.
He moved one hand up, sinking his fingers into her hair and pulling her close to take possession of her lips. She kissed him back. Her hands wrapped around his neck, their bodies flush.
Jenny rode his cock and he thrust up to meet her.
It didn’t seem to matter how many times he’d come before. It never seemed enough. Holding on to her, he fucked up to meet her thrusts. They weren’t graceful as they took each other.
When he found release, Jenny whimpered her own against his mouth. They were both panting for breath.
“Do you think they’re waiting for us?” she asked.
“I don’t give a fuck. We’re married, and this is our honeymoon right now.” He didn’t have the time to take her on a honeymoon. They only had the weekend together, and that was only if he didn’t get called away.
“I want it to be like this forever, Liam.”
“It will be. We’re the only ones in charge of our marriage, no one else.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, enchanted by her smile. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he asked.
“With how many times we’ve fucked, I’m getting used to it.”
“You better.” He kissed her lips and she moaned.
Just as he started to get hard, there was a knock at the door.
He pulled back and looked at Jenny. “Tell me you didn’t hear that.”
“I did.”
He groaned. “I’m just going to go and kill whoever would dare interrupt me this morning.” He climbed off the bed, not caring that his cock was already semi-aroused again. He opened the door to find his brothers and father waiting. The grim looks on their faces made him aware it wasn’t good.
“There has been a fire at one of our casinos. We have to go,” his father said, looking over his shoulder.
Liam followed his gaze to see Jenny. She’d covered her nakedness with a sheet. His honeymoon, for now, was over.
****
Seventy-two hours she’d been married. For sixteen of them, she’d been with her husband. The rest, she hadn’t seen him. Jenny sat in his apartment in the center of the city, staring out across the glowing streets below.
She’d always hated the city, as had her mother, and her grandmother.
“It’s not so bad, child,” Grandmother said.
“You don’t have to keep visiting me. I know you must have more enjoyable things to do wherever it is you go.”
“I need to make sure you’re okay. You know that and I can feel your sadness.”
“I’m fine. I should be used to this life sucking out what little fun and joy there actually is in life.” She sighed, moving away from the window. “Is he okay?”
“He’s doing business. The fire took six lives.”
“I know. Three of them have visited me.” She pressed her lips together. “Do you think I should go down there?”
“Jenny?”
“If six people lost their lives, that means another three are down there. They might not know to come and find me. They may have information about how the fire is caused.” The truth was she missed her husband. Now that she was married, she’d been trapped inside his apartment and it was driving her crazy.
“You risk a great deal going down there. The more that know about you, the harder it will be for you to escape.”
“I can’t escape this.” She grabbed her jacket and looked toward her grandmother. “Unless you think I’ll embarrass him. Do you think he’s lying to me? Is that why you don’t want me to go?”