Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Boston’s chest inflates and I drop my gaze to the swell of her breasts. The dress she’s wearing tonight, it’s perfection. A deep burgundy, dipped just the right amount and curling around her shoulders like a second skin. It’s tight along her torso but loose just beyond her hips, and with her lying back like this, I’d bet if I looked down, it would be pooled around her panty line.
“You can’t smile at another man. It makes me fucking crazy, especially when I’ve yet to earn one of my own.” I drop my face into her neck, breathing her in. “Not that any of those assholes are real men. They’re boys, Boston. And in case you haven’t realized it yet…” I press into her, and the little muffled gasp that escapes her has me growling into her, “I’m a fucking man.”
I lift my head, my need overflowing, and it only gets worse when I stare down at my bride. “My cock is aching, Little Bride. I need to ease it.”
Boston’s nostrils flare, her eyes flicking down, but she can’t see anything, so back up they come. I bring my face inches from hers, whispering against the bandana, “Tell me I can.”
She shudders and a moan escapes me. Her eyes clench closed and when they snap open again, it’s with a little nod.
So I ease back in the seat, positioning myself just as she is but on the opposite side of the car, my back half pressed to the door, half pressed against the seat.
I lift my hips, the clank of my belt as it comes undone sending a shiver down her glorious body.
My eyes fall to her waist, where, sure enough, her dress is piled, the tiniest hint of her matching panties staring back at me. My tongue slides along my lower lip as I reach inside my pants, wrapping my hand around my cock.
I groan at the contact, my eyes flying up to meet hers.
But hers have fallen, lasered in on where my hand disappeared. I slowly start to ease myself free, watching as her chest rises, her muscles bunching in anticipation, and then I jerk forward, removing the bandanas and tying one over her eyes.
Her jaw falls open, not having expected that. “Are you serious?!” she hisses.
My chuckle’s low and dark. “What’s the matter, baby?” I tease, taking my cock in my hand once more. “Did you want to watch?”
“Fuck off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I start to stroke myself, dropping my head back against the window. “Can I look at you while I do?”
Her mouth opens but snaps closed quickly. “You’re unbelievable.”
I grip my cock in a tight fist, trying to relieve some of the ache. “Yes or no?”
Her lips press together in a hard line, and I’m about to look away, to close my eyes and fuck myself to the sound of her breathing, to the smell of her around me, but then ever so slowly, her thighs part.
I groan, long and loud, and her knees start to shake, like she’s nervous she’s on display, unsure of what I’m looking at or what I can see.
So I ease her mind a little, while driving my own wild. “Love those panties,” I rasp, sliding my hand up and down my dick, once, twice. “I want to tear them off with my teeth, see what’s hiding underneath. Fuck, I want to slide inside you, nice and slow.” I pump faster. “My cock is so hard, and it’s getting harder thinking about it. I want to be buried in you.” I fuck my hand faster, my hips jolting forward.
She feels my shifting on the seat and her head falls back, her small pants like music to my ears, though she tries to swallow beyond the need building inside her.
“I’m imagining it right now. How hot you’d be, hot, silky, and sweet.” I moan, my eyes trying to close, but I keep them locked on her. “Are you sweet?” I ask her. “Have you tasted yourself?”
“Stop talking.”
“Can’t.” Her nipples harden beneath the material of her dress, and I bite into my lower lip, tasting the copper there. My hand moves faster, my dick en-fucking-gorged. “All I can think about is your cunt sucking me dry. I would fuck you all night. Until you couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.”
Her lips part and I keep my eyes locked on her mouth as my hand moves up and down my shaft, twisting and slamming back into my balls and yanking up the length.
“Come here,” she snaps suddenly, and my eyes fly to hers, forgetting for a moment they’re hidden from my view, but then her tongue slips out.
I understand in an instant and the heat in my groin doubles.
I lean over, pressing my hand to the edge of her mouth.
My wife, my gorgeous, elegant, graceful fucking girl…she spits. Right into my palm, her tongue sliding along the edge of my pinkie to give me every last bit she can.