Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Get over here,” he snarls, dragging me back down onto the couch.
But this time, he turns me around and makes my legs wrap around his face.
His cock is inches from my mouth.
I stay on all fours above him. “Tigran, what should—” I start to ask, since I’ve never done this before. But it’s sort of obvious, right? And he doesn’t bother explaining.
Instead, his mouth begins to devour me.
Holy shit.
I moan as his tongue laps me up and down then sinks into my pussy. He eats me like that, holding onto my thighs as he does it, and pleasure rips through my brain. He’s filthy, spit all over my folds, growling like an animal as he does it. I’m so exposed right now, so fucking naked and owned, and I love it.
I love being dirty. I love being a slut for my husband.
And there’s nothing wrong with that, right?
I grip his cock with one hand and take as much of him into my mouth as I can. He’s big, and I don’t have a lot of experience with this, but what I lack in skill I make up for in lots of drooling enthusiasm. I suck him, tongue swirling, nice and wet, and not caring how much spit’s rolling down his shaft and mixing on his balls.
I gag and whimper when he spanks my ass. He’s moaning, and I’m moaning; also, I’m mostly choking and sucking, and the filthiest slurping noises drive me absolutely wild. This is inappropriate, it’s obscene, it’s sick, and it feels so good.
I grip his face with my legs. He only licks me faster. I suck his cock harder, wanting to lose it, the pressure in my core building before I pull back, whimpering and unable to control myself anymore.
“Fuck me,” I beg, stroking him, spit dangling from my tongue to the tip of his dick. “God, Tigran, make me your slut. Fuck me, please.”
Apparently, that’s all I had to say because he pulls out from under me, pins me face-down against the arm of the couch, and slides his soaking cock deep into my dripping pussy.
“That’s right, baby, you are my filthy fucking slut. Every inch of your body is mine. Every orgasm you have is mine. Every beautiful wet hole is mine to use as I please. And now, my sweet, messy fucking wife, I’m going to fill you to the brim, and I’m going to own you.”
That breaks me. He pumps his cock deep inside from behind, stretching me wide, and this time the pain lasts only a few seconds before I’m moaning and gasping. His rough, beautiful hand sinks two fingers into my mouth, and he makes me suck them.
“Taste yourself, baby,” he says, ripping into me. I’m sweating and moaning, basically beyond real language at this point, as I drool on his fingers and take his big dick. “That’s right, fucking bite me while you come, you dirty girl.”
I try to say his name, but it comes out as a violent mumbling moan. The orgasm rips through my core, and I shatter all over his big dick, biting down on his fingers as I do it. I come so hard I nearly black out, and I have to blink away bright stars at the edge of my vision as he keeps pumping into me. He stiffens, one hand grabbing my ass, fingers digging into my skin, the other hand grabbing my hair and using me for his pleasure. He fills me to the brim with his orgasm, his growls of incomprehensible pleasure in my ears, and I’m left gasping for air when we’re both finally done.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, kissing my neck, my shoulders, my back. He slips his cock out and kisses my ass, squeezing it with both hands, patting it lovingly. “God, you are such a good girl.”
“You’re easy to please,” I say, grinning like an idiot. I stretch, still floating with pleasure.
“No, baby, I’m not.” He nestles down into the couch next to me and wraps his big arms around my body. “You know what I like about you?”
“I think I can name a few things.”
He chuckles low and bites my ear. “I like how eager you are to learn.”
A thrill runs down my spine. “Who said that?”
“You’re too much of a stuck-up priss to ever admit it, but you like when I treat you like a slut.”
“Don’t be an asshole,” I mutter, cheeks turning pink. It’s one thing for him to call me that when his dick’s buried between my legs, but another when we’re just snuggling together.
“I’m right though. I bet all your life, people have walked on eggshells around you.”
I close my eyes, frowning slightly. “People treat me like I’m breakable,” I admit, and it’s only lying here in his arms after spitting all over his big dick that I could ever say that out loud.