Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Shit! Oh, uh!” I scream.
“Emelia!” He moans and his whole body twitches with his few last spurts. I laugh softly.
“Whoa, you’re good.” I breathe in and out, matching his.
“You’re not done. Grab a vibrator and suction dildo. I want to see you really work for it.”
Orgasming multiple times in a row only means one thing for me. I need more water, and I will squirt. That is one of the reasons Nico likes to fuck me more than once in one session.
“Would you like to pick the vibrator, sir?” I pull the dildo from my core, and I cry. The loss combined with my swollen center is intense.
“The one that will make your cunt come fast. We have thirty minutes left and I want to make sure I get my full fucking use of you.”
“Hmmm,” I ponder, mockingly of course, looking over the few he has laid out. He and I both know the rabbit vibrator is my favorite and the fastest one to get me there, but like I said—I want to play this game too.
“Maybe this one?” The long, gold-plated vibrator is thin, and I know it won’t do what I need it to in the set time frame, but I slide my fingers over it curiously anyway.
“Twenty-eight minutes, Emelia,” he bites.
“Sir, you’re impatient. Good whores can stay longer with their clients. Especially if they know the orgasms feel good.” My lip catches between my teeth and I slide the gold-plated vibrator between my slick slit. It’s colder, matching the room’s temperature and contrasting against my overly heated skin.
“My wife will expect me home. She isn’t someone I like to disappoint.”
My stomach erupts in butterflies.
“Controlling?” I add.
“Hardly. More like insatiable. Once again, let’s see if you are subpar.”
More butterflies. Early in our marriage, I wouldn’t have been able to say as confidently as I can now, that Nico would never cheat. I mean so much to him. The strongest, wildest, most unhinged man in the world treats me so delicately. I am not just a possession, I am his limb. An extension of him. If I end, so will he.
“I’ll do my best.” Putting the vibrator back on the glass, the ping is just enough to reel me back in. I grab the rabbit and suction dildo and stare at him.
“What do you want me to do now?”
Chapter Eight
NICO
This terrified me. The idea of really treating Emelia like she was a product I paid for, didn’t sit right for me when I planned it out briskly. The entire way here, my heart was rapidly thundering in my chest. Emelia is so fucking fragile to me. Someone I cherish and respect. The idea that I would treat her like I didn’t know her and thus act as if I were cheating on her in a parallel universe—made me weary.
But the second I saw that spark in her eye, the preconceived fears I had, decimated. Emelia is thriving under this treatment. There is a pink in her cheeks I haven’t seen so prominently in a while. The way her eyes light up each time I speak, that thrills me. The only arousing thing about this entire interaction? My wife’s pleasure. Her arousal. Her delight in being caught up in this alternate universe.
“Suction the dildo to the ground, straddle it, and ride,” I demand.
Emelia nods, agreeing obediently. Mesmerized, I watch her intently. Her hands are shaking as are her thick, full legs, both from her last orgasm and a touch of trepidation for what’s to come.
“Like this?” She gives me her best doe eyes and just like every single time she adds to the fucking bit, I almost break the no-contact rule. Room one is no contact. You can watch, you can self-please, but you cannot partake in one another. Rules like that shouldn’t apply to my wife and me but here we are.
“Yes.”
She has it lined up with her center and painfully slow, she begins to descend, lifting her round, plush stomach so I can watch it disappear. God, I fucking love her body. The thickness, the extra skin, the cellulite, and stretch marks, they all make up such a breathtaking masterpiece. The woman I will own forever and will own me forever.
“Slam down. All the fucking way,” I demand, and with a loud, tormented cry, she slams down.
“Oh fuck! God!”
Whoever said moans like a porn star aren’t real and they take away from the moment, never met my wife. Good thing they didn’t, or they would all have to be dead. The one man who had her before me took her firsts, but Emelia confessed that no one has ever had her like me. My wife wasn’t vocal until my touch ruined her. The louder she is, the more vocal—that shit is like symphonies in my ears.
“Vibrator, place it on your clit. Full speed.”