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)
“Hurry, Jude. I need it,” she whines, wiggling in my hands. Taking her mouth like a lunatic, I drop her right on me, and we both shout at the snug fit. “Oh Jude, it's so deep,” she cries into my neck.
“I know baby girl, but you asked for this pounding, baby. I warned you didn’t I? Didn’t. I. Tell. You?” She nods, her head uncontrolled.
“Yes. Yes you warned me. I know. I just…I just needed you inside of me.” God, it is a primal feeling knowing she is just as needy for me as I am for her. It also spurs me on and brings me to the brink faster.
“Damn it. This pussy is making me crazy. It’s squeezing me so tight, baby. I can’t hold it. I am too fucking addicted to this cunt. Come for me, baby girl. Come so I can shoot this seed inside of you.” I rub her clit furiously and watch her face bloom in release while she calls my name. “That’s right, baby girl. Call my name. My fucking baby girl. MINE!!” I come with a shout, my come filling her cunt and falling into the water.
Thank God I got her first.
Chapter Six
Hannah
Three Days Later
“Hi.” I hug all of my sisters and invite them inside. “I am so glad to see all of you,” I tell them, walking them into the kitchen and pouring each of them some lemonade.
“We had to come check on you. No one has seen either of you in days. We wanted to make sure you were safe,” Sadie says. A giggle escapes my lips at the silly idea that Jude would hurt me. Well I mean he has but only in the most delicious of ways. The look on my sisters faces stops the smiling.
They are right and have a right to feel indignant. For the last three days, Jude and I have barely left the bed. We have made love in positions I didn’t know you could make love in. I use the term making love generously. Not all of it was sweet and slow. Some of it was primal, almost animalistic in nature. Especially when he would mount me from behind. I say mount because he would wrap his whole self around me, one hand gripping my hair, his mouth next to my ear, grunting and howling as he took me over and over.
I was always taught there was shame in anything other copulation for creating life, very dry and mundane like. But I have found revelation in Jude’s arms. Both methods of pleasure are beautiful and add something different to our marriage. I feel the affection and desire and oneness with him. But other times, I feel his base need to claim me, stamp me, and take me, making me bend to his will, submit to his needs, thus finding my own fulfillment at being coveted and burrowed under someone’s protection.
When I wasn’t on my back, hands and knees or on top of him, we would come down naked, eat and talk. He has proven that he is more than eager to learn all there is to know about me. When I told him about my sewing and showed him some of the things I have made, he made me promise to make him some custom handkerchiefs. He asked me if I planned to do something with my talent and I told him the truth that has been inside of me since I was a little girl. I would like to sell them. Turn it into a business.
I think I expected him to react like my father did the one time I voiced something that was not aligned with our faith and way of life. Disdain and rebuke. I almost quit sewing that day, but my sisters wouldn’t let me.
Jude, however, did not respond that way. He asked me if I wanted a storefront or to work from home. That was an easy decision. Home. I want to be here in this space, making it a home for us and our children. I want to be here, putting up decorations, celebrating holidays we have never been able to celebrate. He nodded, kissed me and told me he would have me up and running in thirty days. My husband is amazing.
“I’m sorry ladies. We have been getting acquainted and falling into a marital state of mind.” I finally answer them in the most delicate way I can say it. Miriam smiles and wags her eyebrows. I nearly spit my drink out of my mouth. Where in the world did she learn that?
“We see. Well how is it going?” Rachel asks, sipping her lemonade.
“It has been amazing. The house is a bit overwhelming.” I move my arms, expanding it in exasperation of this massive estate.
“I’ll say.” Lavinia comments looking around.