Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
That was it?
How the hell was that going to fit where it needed to fit?
I was no doctor, but I quickly deduced that the only way that would fit inside of me was with major surgery.
He stepped closer to me. I drew back.
Sensing my hesitation, he asked what was wrong. Swallowing and blinking, I made no effort to hide my curiosity. After a short while, I opened my mouth, my voice a mere hush. “This is going to hurt.”
Dino’s smiling face fell then softened, and to my surprise—and disappointment—so did the part of him I was so interested in. My stomach twisted in a flurry of conflicting emotions. I was part relieved, part saddened.
He climbed into the bed and pulled me into his side. I was naked, but I didn’t hesitate; I held onto him like I had a hundred times before. This was my husband, and I would not be ashamed in front of him. It was obvious the thought of hurting me was enough to put him out of the mood. I took this as a good sign.
“Yes, this is going to hurt.” When my body went rigid in his arms, he gently ran his fingers down my back, soothing me. “But it won’t last long. And it’s only the first time. I promise. It’s the price you pay for the ultimate pleasure.”
I nearly pouted. Nearly. “I don’t see it hurting you.”
His body shook underneath me in silent laughter. “You wound me, Alejandra.” I felt his lips on my forehead. “I’ve been in constant pain for six months straight.”
I lifted my face to look into his eyes. I was confused. “Why?”
He searched my face then gently cupped my cheek. “Been hard, baby.” He emphasized this by pressing his hips to mine, his hard length burning hot at my stomach.
My eyes widened in surprise.
He had been like this for six months?
Poor Dino.
I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, let my husband suffer a day longer.
Pasting on a smile, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his warm lips. I kissed him invitingly. Needing no further encouragement, his arms came around me, pulling me closer. We spent hours exploring each other, and I was shocked but pleasantly surprised at the experience of my very first orgasm.
Dino was right.
It hurt.
But he was right a second time.
The pain passed.
As Dino found his release, I lay in his arms and found myself wondering when he would want to do it again. I established rather quickly that Dino wanted to do it whenever our schedules allowed it, and at times, even when they didn’t.
I wasn’t exactly displeased by this. I liked sex. More importantly, I liked sex with my husband.
For five months, our relationship was amazing.
Then one night, Dino confessed he was in love with me.
To say I was stunned was putting it mildly. I was dumbfounded.
Dino was a smart man. We both came into this marriage knowing what it was. I was happy with the idea of having a strong friendship with my husband, and, of course, I had a deep regard for him. I didn’t want to see him unhappy. But I didn’t love him. And I couldn’t understand why he would complicate our relationship with flowery emotions.
I responded with, “Thank you.”
This was not the response Dino had expected. He pulled away from me. I watched his hurt quickly morph into anger. He asked me if I loved him too, and I was honest.
A lesson for the future: Honesty is not the best policy.
Before my eyes, the man I had married, my best friend, had transformed into something dark. Something scary.
Part of me had always known Dino was a dangerous man, but I had yet to see that side of him.
Then I did something stupid. I told Dino I cared about him very much, that he was my best friend.
This only caused his anger to spike.
Dino left that night. He picked up his keys, left his wallet and drove away from me. Frantic with worry, I called his cell and sent him countless texts asking him to come home. Exhausted and saddened by this turn of events, I fell asleep in our marital bed.
Waking in the middle of the night and hearing Dino’s voice sent relief coursing through my veins. Dressing in a robe, I made my way downstairs, determined to end this fight before it got any worse. As far as first fights go, this was a doozy.
Stepping into the family room, I reached forward and turned on the light. The image that greeted me would forever be seared into my mind’s eye.
Dino sat back on the sofa—the sofa we had chosen together a week before our wedding—while a young woman sucked his dick with great enthusiasm.
I stood there, glued to the spot, watching.
The woman’s head bobbed as she worked my husband’s cock. Then Dino opened his eyes. They were bloodshot. He blinked slowly then his gaze landed on me. And he smiled. He smiled that dazzling smile I loved.