Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Beg me,” I demand, tightening my grip on her hair.
She whimpers, holding onto both my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes with those beautiful blues.
“No,” she denies me.
I let go of her hair, lift her halfway off my cock by her hips, then slam her back down.
“Derek,” she whines.
“Not gonna beg? You sure about that?”
She reaches between us and tries to go for her clit. I shove her hand away, turn the shower off, and carry her back to bed before pinning her wrists over her head.
I pull my cock out, line up and slam it straight in. To her asshole.
She screams and grabs my shoulders with both hands.
I stay rooted. “Now, ask nice.”
“Ow, ow, ow,” she cries out, burying her face into my neck. I back up so she can’t but not far enough that I’m not still inside her. “No hiding from me.”
I pull part way out.
Her legs tremble and she whimpers some more, discomfort all over her pretty face.
I haul her legs up over my chest, so her ankles are balancing on my shoulders and lick droplets of water off her leg as she protests, saying, “No, Derek, ow!” and I put my fingers to her pussy, shoving one in while pressing my thumb to her clit.
“Ask me to let you come.”
She shakes her head.
My free hand goes to her mouth, and I press my thumb in.
“Okay, then suck. Suck my thumb while I fuck your ass and look into my eyes while you do and maybe I’ll make you come with my fingers to your clit.”
Her mouth tightens and she sucks just a little, but it’s enough that I’m even harder.
“Good girl,” I tell her, picking up the pace fucking her ass, seeing the discomfort in her eyes, so I pull out and not only gather wetness from her soaking wet pussy, I also spit in my hand and lube my cock up before I slide back in, much easier this time.
My beautiful girl swallows around my thumb and spreads her legs even wider for me, one dropping off my body, so I catch it and hold on while applying friction to her sopping wet clit. Her head rolls back.
“Suck!”
She obeys.
Just as she’s almost there, just before I’m there, I pull my thumb out and go deeper as I put my mouth to hers.
“Beg, Chloe,” I demand against her lips.
“Please, Derek,” she whines in a tiny voice and immediately, I’m coming.
I’m coming in her tight ass, rubbing her clit fast, the sounds of the wetness like music to my ears. She comes, whimpering, clutching me in a hug that frankly surprises me. In a good way. My spent cock slips out while she’s still whimpering, so I manage to keep circling on her clit until she goes rigid, then lax.
I roll to my back and take her with me, gathering her close. She’s melted into me. Sated. Warm. Feeling perfect.
“I love you, wife,” I say into her hair, then close my eyes, knowing I’ll sleep good tonight. Because she’s mine. And I know I’m on the road to having her realize it, too.
Carson opens the front door to the Steele residence just like last time. I’m wearing the other blue dress Derek had gotten for me for the anniversary brunch.
I woke up snuggled with him and he fucked me as soon as his eyes were open. He fucked me sweetly, holding my face and staring into my eyes with a sleepy, sexy look. I didn’t fight. I actively participated, even kissing him back, and then I felt mortified afterwards, and didn’t hide that.
I don’t know why I kissed him back; I tell myself it’s just sex. At least I’m getting something good out of this craziness. But of course I feel guilty for it.
While I got ready, he explained what I’d be dealing with here today, which doesn’t sound like my idea of a good time, but it also wasn’t optional. He told me he understood my trepidation, that he would’ve gotten me out of it if he could, and I guess I believe him. He made me coffee while I dried my hair and then he shaved at the sink beside me, which I tried to ignore – because I got wet watching him do it.
I’ve been in my head all morning, but he was quiet on the way here, too, so seems like he’s also in his head. God, what is it even like in there?
“Good morning, Mrs. Steele. Mr. Steele,” Carson greets.
“Carson,” Derek greets.
“Hello,” I say. “Chloe, by the way.”
“Thank you, but that wouldn’t be…” Carson stops speaking and goes rigid in the doorway before continuing, speaking fast, “Mr. Steele, your parents are in the semi-formal dining room. Would you mind if I don’t escort you there? I need to deal with an urgent matter.”