Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“God, Foxx.”
I press a kiss to the side of her neck. “Do you like that? Do you like knowing that your body is mine now?”
She moans, pressing my cock against her clit. “It’s not yours until you take it.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s mine. You and I both know it.”
I nip at her neck, making her yelp.
“I bought really sexy lingerie to wear for you,” she says, breathing hard. “But the thought of putting more clothes on right now sounds like the worst idea ever.”
“It’s pointless.” I lift the hem of her dress and drag it over her body. I gasp a breath. “Fucking hell, Bianca.”
The fabric goes flying off to the side as I take in the perfection sitting on my lap.
The ways I have envisioned her in the past are nothing close to the sexpot she is in real life.
Dammit.
Her tits are covered in a thin, lacy bra. The cups are so full, so round, that they almost spill over.
I run my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her body against my palms. Her stomach is rounded in the sexiest, most feminine way, and it makes my cock pulse as she grinds against it.
“I have wanted you for so long,” she says, running her hands through my hair. Her nails scratch into my scalp. I think I might lose my composure. “Do you know how many nights I went to bed with my vibrator, imagining it was you getting me off?”
“If it is half as many nights as the ones I went to bed, imagining my hand was your tight little cunt milking my cock, then I’m impressed.”
I pop her breasts out and sit them on top of the cups.
“What do you want me to do to you, Bianca? Tell me all the things you dream about so I can make them happen.”
I pull a nipple into my mouth and cup her ass with my hands. The globes are bubbles—perfectly round and juicy.
She moans, pushing her chest toward me.
I squeeze her cheeks, then trail my fingers down her thong.
“I want you to fuck my pussy and my mouth,” she says, rolling a nipple with her fingers. “I want you to come so deep inside me that it rolls down my leg all day.”
“Fuck,” I mutter against her. “God, that’s hot.”
“I want you to tie me up and fuck me hard. Eat my pussy until I come on your tongue. Let me ride your face.”
This is music to my fucking ears. Bianca wants me—will let me—do all these things to her?
How did this happen? Who did I please to be favored like this?
I pull back, flicking her nipple with my tongue as I let it loose. Her eyes are bright and lively as she watches me for my reaction to her admissions.
“You are a dream. Do you know that?” I ask.
She blushes.
“I mean it,” I say, squeezing her thick thighs.
“What do you find attractive, Foxx?”
“Logic and common sense.”
She laughs, her face lighting up. She’s so beautiful.
“What do I find attractive?” I ask, letting my hands roam freely over her. “Your mind.”
She dangles her arms over my shoulders.
“This delectable body,” I say.
She grins.
I bring my lips against hers. “Calling you my wife.”
Our mouths move together like we’ve kissed every day of our life. She parts for me, letting my tongue slide over her teeth.
Bianca tastes like sugar and mint, a tingling combination that is intoxicating. She holds my face in her hands as I tease the roof of her mouth. She cocks her head to the side as I lick along her bottom lip. She acquiesces to every move I make.
Everything about this feels so comfortable, so … right. In the back of my mind, I remind myself that the only reason this is okay is because it’s a part of the job. It’s a part of the role I’ve been asked to play.
But hell if it doesn’t feel real right now.
Bianca breaks our kiss, her breathing ragged. Slowly, she climbs off my lap.
She stands in front of me in only her panties and a bra tucked beneath her breasts. Her hair is down, her lips swollen from kissing me. She looks wild and wonderful—fiercely feminine. And all mine.
At least, for now.
She removes her bra and tosses it to the side. Then she kneels between my legs, looking up at me demurely.
She holds my gaze as she undoes my belt, and then unfastens my pants. I help her scoot them down my legs. Soon, my pants and boxer briefs join her bra somewhere in the room.
“Wow,” she says, taking my cock in her hand. I groan at the contact. “It looks like you’re ready for me, my husband.”
I clench my teeth together to keep from losing control.
She strokes my length from the head to the base, licking her lips as she watches her hand go up and down. A bead of pre-cum gathers on the tip.