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)
“I guess I haven’t lost my touch.”
“I think you’ve gotten better.”
“I’ve been designing the menu for the restaurant.”
“And it offers chocolate chip pancakes?” he teased.
“I thought I could offer brunch on the weekends.”
He sliced his fork through the little cakes in preparation for another bite. “I like that idea. But you still need to cook for me—don’t forget that.”
I smirked as I looked down at my plate. “I won’t.”
We ate in comfortable silence, like we’d gone back in time to before we were married, still getting to know each other between our sexy romps on the living room couch and in the bedroom.
He wore his wedding ring, the black ring dark in comparison to his fair skin.
I’d taken mine off before I’d left. I imagined it was in his nightstand…if he hadn’t thrown it away.
He wiped his plate clean, devouring everything like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. It was such a contrast to my father picking one ravioli at a time and taking an eternity to finish it, or when Theo couldn’t bring himself to eat more than a few bites of my cannoli. Axel ate like a starving animal…and I found that so attractive.
When he was finished, he took another drink of his coffee and sat there and stared. Stared long and hard, stared like the eye contact wasn’t too intense to handle. There was no anger or resentment in his expression. It was as if I’d never left.
“I missed you.” I’d missed this.
“I know, baby,” he whispered. “I missed you too.”
My departure had turned him into an angry maniac, but now he was back to exactly who he used to be, a man so perfect it was hard to believe he wasn’t a magic trick. It was easy to forgive and forget. “Can I move back in?”
He smirked. “You think I’d let you live here?”
A hot, intoxicated blush moved to my cheeks. His affection was the best drug I’d ever had.
“Not a chance,” he said. “We’ll pack up when we’re done with breakfast.”
“I don’t feel like packing.” There was only one thing I felt like doing, and while it was far more exertion than packing, it was far more pleasurable.
His eyes turned confident and playful, like he knew exactly what I wanted to do instead. “I like your idea better.”
“Did this pussy get tighter?” His hand pushed into the back of my neck, pinning my face into the rumpled sheets underneath me. My ass was in the air, and his hips thrust into me hard. “Wetter?” His fingers fisted my hair as he pinned me down, fucking me like a whore rather than his loving wife. My wrists were pinned together against my back by one of his big hands. “Prettier?”
As I started to writhe, my wrists twisted to break free, but his hold only tightened. I couldn’t lift my head because I was secured in place by the mountain of his weight. Tears sprang to my eyes as incoherent moans were unleashed. “God…”
He gave a moan as I tightened around him. “That’s a good girl.”
My body continued to take his monster cock as pleasure exploded inside me, a high so distinct it was like surfing the clouds. Everything turned fiery hot, and I suddenly stopped caring how hard it was to breathe with my face against the sheets. It just felt so good to be fucked like this, to have a man who wanted to fuck me like this.
He came a moment later, giving a loud grunt before he shoved himself fully into me, releasing inside me as I rode the last wave of my high. Feeling him come inside me made it last a little longer, made the fire burn just a little hotter.
He finally let me go as he stepped away and headed to my bathroom to shower.
As my arms returned to my sides, I winced at the stiffness in the muscles. I was finally able to turn my head farther away from the sheets to take my first full breath. My pussy was sore from the mammoth tree trunk that had just invaded every inch, but it also burned with the aftershocks of a climax.
I finally straightened and let the stiffness ooze away. I rolled onto my side and lay there, my top still on because he’d been in too much of a rush to take his time. It was around noon, so not enough time had passed for me to want a nap, but I lay there and closed my eyes like I could drift off.
I must have fallen asleep, because Axel seemed to step out of the shower just three seconds later, dragging the towel through his short hair to dry the strands, the rest of his muscular body on display. That arrogant grin moved to his jaw. “Knocked you out cold, baby.” He came to the bed then gave my ass a playful spank.