Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Roman already knew his wife’s body, and felt the change inside her. She came hard and he pressed a hand on her stomach, keeping her in place, making her ride the wave of her orgasm. He didn’t want her to stop until she felt everything. He wanted her soaking wet, dripping, so that he could fuck her hard.
“Please,” she said.
He loved it when she begged.
Staring into her eyes, he slowed down the movements, allowing the orgasm to last. He watched her begin to lose control, knowing he was pushing her just a little past the edge, but he wanted her to dance on that cloud. She looked stunning, naked, spread out and open for him.
Roman stopped the moment she couldn’t handle any more, but he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, and then slowly, inch by glorious inch, sunk into her tight, hot cunt.
He dropped his eyes to between their legs and pulled out of her pussy, seeing his cock covered in her orgasm. With only the tip inside, he grabbed her hips, and then slammed in hard and deep, fucking her with three to four thrusts, then he stopped. Running his hands up her body, he cupped her hips, then up to her tits, pressing the mounds together and pinching each nipple before going back to her hips. Holding onto the delicious curves, he thrust hard and deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he drove inside her, about to lose control.
Pulling out of her pussy, he moved her so that she was spread across his desk. Spreading her legs, he slid balls-deep back inside, holding onto her hips as he took her harder. He pulled back just a little and admired the curve of her ass.
Running one of his hands from her hip toward her ass, he placed his thumb right across that forbidden entrance. She gasped and he felt her tense up but at the same time, he also felt her pussy ripple around his cock.
“Would you like me to fuck your ass, Chloe?”
She gave a moan that could have been agreement or not. He knew she would love feeling him inside her ass. He fucked her slowly, making her take every single inch of him, and then drawing back to stroke across her anus. His name echoed off the walls and he knew he wouldn’t last. Not being with her for a couple of days was driving him insane.
Holding onto her hips, he drove inside her and spilled his release deep inside her womb, flooding her with the amount of cum he gave her. Roman lingered for several seconds, but it could have been minutes. Easing out of her pussy, he lifted Chloe onto the desk.
Her face was flushed and he pushed some of her hair out of the way. Staring into her eyes, he ran his fingers through her slit, gathering both of their releases, and then he held his fingers to her mouth.
“Open for me.”
She did so without any hesitation.
He pressed them into her mouth. “That is the both of us together.”
She moaned around his fingers, and he couldn’t help but feel love for this woman.
****
Chloe looked across the nightclub at her husband.
It had been three nights since she had visited him at his office. He’d been a busy man.
On one of the days, he had no choice but to leave her at the apartment. During those hours, she had sat or wandered around the apartment, wondering what he was doing. She’d been tempted to go to his office, but she didn’t want to invade his privacy.
When he had come home, she’d been in the living room, flicking through the television, and he’d come up to her, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her. Chloe couldn’t remember how they made it to the bedroom, but they had at some point. She couldn’t get enough of him. Even as she promised herself that would be the last time, it never was.
Picking up her drink, she took a tentative sip, making sure it wasn’t something alcoholic. She had sworn off the stuff after the last tequila party.
Roman was talking with three men and she sat, watched, and waited. He had been stopped from going to the VIP section, so he left her at the bar, giving strict instructions for the barman to watch her. The bar had gotten busy, and she hadn’t seen the barman for nearly five minutes.
“You’re looking lonely tonight,” a man said. He was dressed all in black, suddenly blocking her view of her husband. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, but not quite as blue as her husband’s.
“I’m not lonely,” she said.
There was something about this guy that gave her the creeps. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was annoying her as he didn’t take the hint. He had the boy-next-door look, but there was something in his eyes she didn’t trust, and made her place her palm over her glass. She noticed the way he kept looking toward her drink.