Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Jude!” I call his name when his fingers slide between his lips, and he closes his eyes moaning at the flavor.
“Spicy righteous pussy. Damn. Open up. I’m thirsty.”
Oh my word. His mouth on my womanhood is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. “Jude I don’t…I’ve never…yes, that feels so good.”
“It’s ok baby. Let it go and grind this converted pussy on my face. Fuck Hannah. I should be in church worshipping this fucking hole. How am I supposed to stop licking to fuck you?”
His filthy mouth is adding to the mania I am feeling. Can something be obscene and sexy? If you had told me I would enjoy my husband talking to me like this, I would have shunned you, but now I don’t know how I am going to live without it. “Jude, something is happening.”
“I know, baby girl. It's an orgasm. Your first one will be intense but just fall into it, baby.”
“It feels so scary and good. Oh God. Oh. Oh.” Then it hits me and a flurry of colors blind me while I scream his name and thrash my head back and forth.
“Fuck baby. Watching you cum is the second coming. I want to see that look on your face for the rest of my life, baby.” He kisses my mound and my body as he slides up. I have yet to recover my breath or my mind. I can feel everything, everywhere. His tongue swipes back and forth across each nipple over and over before sucking both of them into his mouth. My stomach begins to quiver again, the sensation building once again. His teeth nips me, and I hiss, moaning and holding him to my chest, never wanting this to stop.
Moving once more, he reaches my mouth. He sucks on my lips and bites into them a little, making them feel swollen and used. Feeling used by him is heady and welcome. I can feel his manhood between my legs when he spreads them further. It hits me in just the right spot, and I squirm, trying to line my swollen clit up with his hard member. I feel like I am blacking out. My mind doesn’t belong to me right now. Neither does my body. It is his now.
He takes my momentary distraction and bites my neck. I gasp in surprise from the mix of pleasure and pain. He slams into me in one thrust, changing me forever. “MINE,” he growls at the same time. I whimper, the pain slight, but sudden. The tearing of my hymen is me shedding the last of my roots and life before this. I am being reborn, as the mate of my husband and a new woman.
I feel a tear escape from my eye and then I feel something warmer and more wet against my face. I open my eyes to see his tongue go back in his mouth and realize he licked my tear away. Jude caresses the side of my face, raining kisses all over it whispering. “Shh. I am so sorry baby girl. I promise I won’t move until you tell me to.”
The power in those words makes the pain dull faster than I expected. I squeeze the muscles between my legs, testing out the soreness and find all I feel is full and needy. I wiggle around a little hoping he takes a hint. “Oh wow. I need you to move,” I tell him, kissing the side of his head since his head is down.
“Are you sure baby girl? I know I am not going to last with you squeezing me like a fucking naughty hug.” Once again I feel emboldened. I am the one making him feel this crazy with lust. “Once I start I am not stopping until I put all of my seed in you and give you my son.” The mention of having his baby starts a mini-orgasm inside of me. Moaning, I attempt to move beneath him as an answer to his question, but he has me pinned so far into the bed, all the control is his.
“Shit!!” He shouts when I squeeze around him once more and lift my legs pulling them wider. “You have no idea what you just unleashed.” He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, making me see stars. It is the most amazing feeling I have ever had in my life.
“Yes, Jude. I feel you everywhere. Harder.” Words are falling from my lips rapidly. I am trying to tell him what I need, but I feel what I imagine being drugged to feel like and nothing is clear or makes sense except the feeling of happiness and complete abandon having him inside of me.
“Fuck yes, baby girl. Tell me what you want. Look down and see how stretched your pussy looks being stuffed full of my big cock. Look at how red and swollen this poor pussy looks being beat to hell by my prick. Do you see that tinge of pink proving I got in here first and popped that Bible thumping cherry?” The filthy things he says are such a turn-on and every time he says anything, I feel my body convulse. Watching him take me is something different altogether.