Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
She gave a sound that was a mixture of a moan and a whimper, but it was quickly followed by the sound of my name on her eager lips. “God, Axel.”
My mouth sealed around her entirely, and I gave her a hard kiss before I sucked on that little nub. I sucked harder, making her hips buck automatically, and then I swirled my tongue around her nub. Harder and harder, I pressed, cranking up the pressure, making her thighs tremble in my arms.
Her breaths deepened and quickened, and her nails started to sink into the flesh of my forearms like a spade into the dirt. Her hips began to grind, rocking into my face as those breaths turned into deep pants. “God…”
Her soft thighs squeezed my head, and she locked her ankles together around my neck before she burst, grinding into my face and moaning until her pleasure-filled cries turned into screams.
I knew there were tears without seeing her face.
I barely let her finish before I got to my feet and snapped the buttons of my jeans. I yanked everything down then pulled my shirt off quicker than I ever had. My dick was so hard, so desperate, so anxious to be inside my wife that it made my head pound.
With my boots still on my feet and my pants at my ankles, I positioned her perfectly at the edge of the bed and guided my dick inside. My cock and her pussy were like magnets, and I sank through her wetness with the speed of a bullet leaving a barrel. When I was mostly sheathed, I pushed even farther, sliding into her until there was nowhere else to go.
She gave a whimper in pain and rolled her head back, but her little hands still dug into my forearms, her nails sharp as knives.
“You like it when it hurts, baby?” I pulled back and thrust hard, hitting her deep.
She whimpered again. “Yes…”
My arms gripped the backs of her thighs and kept her legs back as I thrust, deep inside the best pussy I’d ever had, the pussy that belonged to me. At the first touch of her flesh, I was ready to go, already scorching from head to toe, already anxious to fill her pot with my seed. There’d been no one else in my bed while she was gone. There’s been no other woman on my arm. My hand didn’t even pay me a visit because I was either too depressed or pissed off to feel desire. So the second I was fully buried in that slit…fuck.
“Come inside me…” Her nails gripped me, her lithe body folded up like a fresh pretzel, her little pussy taking my big dick like she was an adult film star who had all the practice to handle it.
My dick gave a throb so strong, I could feel it shift inside her as I continued to slide through her sticky desire. My hips worked harder, and I pounded into her ruthlessly, making her whimper in pain and moan in pleasure, back and forth, all the way until I finished. My palms switched to the tops of her thighs, and I dragged her onto my length, buried as deep as I could go as I gave her a moan of desire.
Fuck, it felt good. So good that the world spun for a moment, that the heat inside my body broke through the surface and burned my flesh off the bone. My ass was tight and my thighs gave a tremble because the pleasure was everywhere all at once. “Baby…”
The makeup she’d just put on was a mess, the tears causing her mascara to drip from the corners of her eyes toward her ears. The foundation that masked her skin was smeared, showing the blotchiness of her cheeks. She was a crumpled mess underneath me, and she hadn’t even moved a muscle—that was how good I fucked her.
I scooted her up the bed until she was in the center, several inches below where her pillows lay. My hips moved between her fleshy thighs, and they immediately squeezed me, her ankles locking together at my back.
My head dipped and I kissed her. A kiss that was slow and patient, not desperate like it’d been minutes ago. Desperation had been satisfied, and now it was time for the slow connection of our bodies, our souls.
It was time for me to make love to her.
I’d wanted to ever since she’d become my wife, but with her walls up higher than the ramparts of a castle, I could never scale them. But now, her beautiful eyes locked on mine with a sheen of vulnerability and love. Like I’d stepped back into the past, she looked at me the way she did before, like I would never hurt her. There was trust, affection, love…beauty.