Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
"More," she chokes out. "I just want more---"
And so I give it to her.
If she wants more, I'll give her more.
Whatever my wife wants, it's hers.
And since what she's really asking is for me to fuck her the way I promised her I would---
"Jaaaaacques!"
She cries my name out as I start pounding into her like a beast that only knows how to rut and nothing else.
"Jacques..."
She's sobbing my name over and over even as her shuddering body desperately moves to meet my every thrust.
Jacques, Jacques, Jacques.
She's saying my name like it's the only thing she knows how to say.
She's saying it like she's completely mine.
And it's this fucking thought that drives me past the edge---
I reach between our bodies and start rubbing her clit just as I thrust into her one last time.
"Jaaaacques!"
We come in sweet fucking harmony, my cock filling her with my seed while her own orgasm swirls around my pulsing length.
Minutes pass, and I'm still not finished.
It's the longest orgasm I've ever had.
And when I feel her place a trembling hand against my cheek---
I can only suck my breath at what I see in her eyes.
"Let me love you," she whispers.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Just let me love you."
A powerful shudder rocks my body.
"That's all I ask, darling. Please just let me---"
The rest of her words disappear in my kiss as I roll her over my body, and I start bouncing her up and down my length.
Yes, fuck, yes.
I don't stop fucking her until she collapses under me in sleepy exhaustion.
Just let me love you.
I can't get her words out of my mind.
That's all I ask.
I look down at my wife, and I know...
I just know I can't deny her anything.
Riri
My husband doesn't give me any respite the entire night, and I love it.
Even though I know there'll be much to pay when I get back to the daily grind of balancing my time between classes and rehearsals---
I don't care.
All I know is that he can't get enough of me.
And that's why, as soon as we're back in his private jet, my husband doesn't waste time in taking me to the suite.
We're tearing each other's clothes off in seconds.
And then he's thrusting inside of me as my back slides up against the wall.
I try not to make any noise, but it's impossible.
Even when I know the crew outside could easily hear us---
The way he makes love to me is just so, so good that I can't help it.
Jacques, Jacques, Jacques.
I cry his name out over and over, and the next thing I know, I've already fallen asleep in his arms even when my body is still shaking under his, and his member is still buried deep between my folds. My husband wakes me up when we're about to land, and it's when I smile sleepily up at him and try to say 'hi' that I realize I'm in big trouble.
Oh no.
"What is it?" he asks right away.
"This."
Understanding dawns when he hears the croaking sound of my voice.
"I did warn you, my love. I told you not to scream so much---"
Grrr.
I smack his shoulder, but Jacques only smirks.
"At least everyone will know I'm a good husband."
Oh, the arrogance!
I feign annoyance even though I feel secretly giddy. How lovely it is, to know that I'm the only one to see this side of him?
But as soon as the thought forms in my mind, I hear his phone ring, and it's like having reality slap me with the truth.
Eva.
I haven't asked him anything, but my instincts tell me that it's Eva who's been calling him nonstop.
He's known the other woman his whole life. I'm sure Eva has also seen Jacques being playful, and the mere thought has my heart aching.
Will I ever stop being jealous of Eva?
Jacques' phone resumes ringing when we've been cleared to disembark, and my husband is helping me down the air steps.
"It's Eva, isn't it?"
I think it's time to talk about the elephant in the room, but my husband clearly feels otherwise.
"You don't need to worry about her."
We get into his limousine, and as soon as the privacy window slides into place behind his chauffeur, I straddle my husband's lap, and he looks at me in surprise.
"It's true," I admit baldly. "I feel jealous and insecure over your friend."
I'm not sure why, but I'm suddenly confident about being completely honest with my feelings.
"You have no reason to feel such things," my husband says tautly.
I have a feeling there's something else he wants to say. "And?"
His lips tighten.
"You can tell me anything---"
"You obviously can, but you shouldn't."
Huh?
"You didn't have to tell me about feeling jealous and insecure over Eva," Jacques bites out. "You should stop saying things that will give other people the upper hand."
Oh, so that's what he means.
"You're not other people, though."
"I'm not you," Jacques counters flatly. "Anyone who isn't you is automatically---"