Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
She stood up to leave.
“Where you going, baby?” I spoke with a raspy voice, barely able to get the words out because my throat was dry. I turned on my side and reached my arm across, my fingers wrapping around her wrist.
She looked at me over her shoulder, her hair a mess, but somehow, she’d never looked more beautiful. “Going to shower.”
I tugged her toward me, gently coaxing her back to bed. “You can shower later.”
“I have work—”
“You’re fired.” I pulled her to me, bringing her partially on top of me. When she was near, my hands gripped her sexy curves and brought her closer, my mouth catching a hard nipple. I tasted it, sucked it, gripping her narrow waist as I squeezed her.
“I forgot how frisky you are in the morning.”
“Let me remind you.” I rolled her onto her back then separated her thighs with my knees, opening her slender body to take me. I licked my hand then wetted the head of my dick before I pushed inside her, seeing her wince because of the soreness. But she didn’t ask me to stop, so I continued to sink, burying myself inside her until there was nowhere left to go. I didn’t push as hard as I normally would, knowing how sensitive she was after all the fucking last night. I took it slow and easy, being as gentle as I could.
Her winces turned to moans, and her palms planted on my chest as I started to rock, started to thrust into her tightness, immersed in her wetness and my leftover seed from the night before. Then her hips started to move with mine, and our bodies fell into a beautiful synchronicity.
Sex had conquered her barriers, and now I finally saw the woman I used to know, the woman who was open and playful, who let me inside her fully. I’d wanted to fuck her the moment I saw her again, and not just because she was a sexy woman, but because it would finally reconnect us.
And we were definitely connected.
I folded her underneath me and thrust gently, making the headboard tap lightly against the wall. My dick wanted to explode at the sight of her, seeing the heat of arousal in her eyes, the way her cheeks reddened from the rush of blood.
I knew her tells, knew when she was about to come, and I saw the shininess in her eyes from impending tears. Her pussy had tightened too, gripping my dick like a hard handshake. Knowing how close she was made it harder for me to remain steady, to keep the bullet in the barrel, to open the door and let her go first.
Then she came with whimpers and moans, her hips bucking automatically, her tears like diamonds that streaked down her cheeks. Her nails curved and started to dig into my flesh, started to carve her mark into me.
I couldn’t keep it together despite all the loads I’d dropped last night. It was like all those fucks never happened. I was careful not to push as hard as I could when I released, remaining delicate with her sore body. She already knew how big my dick was. I didn’t have to remind her anymore. “Fuck yeah, baby.” I filled my wife with everything I had, like there weren’t already loads there. My mouth dropped to hers, and I gave her gentle kisses, feeling her soft lips with mine.
She kissed me back automatically, her claws withdrawing into their sheaths.
I got off her and lay by her side.
She pulled the sheets to her chest and lay there, her eyes heavy like she could drift off to sleep.
“Let’s go out to breakfast.”
She turned her head to look at me. “What about work?”
“I fired you, remember?”
She smirked in amusement.
“Come on, baby.”
“You have a first-class butler to bring you food.”
“But if we stay in this room, I’m going to fuck you on every piece of furniture, and I know that pretty pussy needs a break.” I leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder then the top of her chest. “We skipped dinner, so I know you’re hungry.”
Right on cue, her stomach released a tiny roar.
She chuckled. “Thanks for calling me out, girl.”
“Come on.” I got out of bed and watched her watch me with the same hunger I wore whenever I looked at her. “Let’s go.”
I took her to a little café that was mostly deserted because most people didn’t go out to brunch on a Thursday. Neither one of us had showered, just brushed our teeth and washed our faces, so she was completely natural, and the way the morning light struck her face was mesmerizing.
She ordered breakfast crepes with a side of bacon and toast.
I ordered a breakfast burger with a side of pancakes.
We both sipped our coffee and took bites of our food, neither one of us saying much.