Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
He speeds home; the whole time, I’m sucking him off.
“Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth, causing me to smile.
We hurry inside the house as soon as he parks in the driveway.
The next thing I know, I'm pinned to the wall just inside of our bedroom. Both of my hands are locked in just one of his larger hands above my head. His other hand reaches down and opens my shorts. He pulls them down my legs one-handed. His long fingers caress my thigh. He moves my panties to the side, running his fingers through my soaking wet slit. I moan long and loud.
“You're so wet, BB. I'm gonna destroy this pussy,” he says, pulling his fingers from me. I nod like an idiot, but at this moment, I can already tell that is the truth. It’s going to be even more intense than at the club. I whimper at the loss of his fingers. He puts them in his mouth. The very same fingers that were just swiping through my wetness. I groan and lose my mind. My lips devour his. He pulls away from my mouth, leaning away from me. I lift one heeled foot, then the other, kicking away my shorts. I still have my crop top on. With my arms still up on the wall, this pose looks filthy as fuck. His deep brown eyes roam down my body. He mumbles something about tasty thickness once he sees the garters hanging down on my thick thighs, but I can't understand what exactly he's saying. I'm pretty sure I can hear my heart pounding; anything else is impossible.
Suddenly, he grips my shirt and rips it down the middle. I moan as he pulls his arms down and pulls the torn fabric down.
“No fucking way,” he curses.
“What?” I question, unsure of myself for the first time. Then he grins lecherously at me.
“You look like a motherfucking queen. My fucking queen.”
“Maybe you should bow down to me.” I manage to say with barely a single breath left in my body.
“Done,” he says, dropping to his knees before me. He licks around my belly button before diving into my pussy. His tongue feels like it's everywhere at once. I’m flying before long, and I want more as soon as he’s done.
“Wow,” I murmur.
“You killed to protect me and our children,” I growl into her ear. “Do you know how fucking hot that is?”
“No,” I whimper as his finger trails down my neck. He reaches behind me and pulls my bra off, tossing it away. Then he peels my panties down my legs, and I’m standing in stockings and garters.
“You are so fucking beautiful. Watching you kill that bitch did something to me. You’re my ride or die, aren't you?”
“Yes. I can’t live without you. I won’t do it,” I tell him, my hand on his rough cheek. He’s usually freshly shaven, but I’m loving this scruff.
“You won’t have to. I swear,” he tells me. He leans down and kisses me. His wicked tongue makes me moan. I can taste myself again, which is really both of us mixed together, and I love that. It’s filthy. It’s wrong but so right.
“Promise?”
“Guaran-fucking-teed.” I smile and bend over in front of him, showing him my ass while I peel my stockings off. “Get on the bed, Betty,” he growls.
I make it to the bed quickly and climb into the center of it. He strips and puts his gun in the bedside safe before joining me. He strokes his cock while looking down at me.
“I love you,” I say, squirming under his gaze.
“I love you too, until the day I die.”
Then he’s inside me, and nothing else matters. He makes love to me slowly, holding my hands next to my head. I moan when he goes deeper. Suddenly, he’s feral again, like he was at the club.
Oddly enough, this was the best night of my life, and it was all because of this man.
My husband.
The love of my life.
The father of my children.
My hitman.
My everything.
I’m ready for whatever this wild life is going to bring us.
EPILOGUE
LORENZO
FIVE YEARS LATER
“Fuck, come on, baby. Take it. Take my fat cock,” I growl. Looking down, I watch my cock disappear and reappear as I fuck her. Her legs are bent up, and she’s rubbing her clit fast. Her little fingers graze my cock every so often, and that touch is amazing. I love this woman. More and more each day. She makes it easy. She’s the best woman I’ve ever known or will know.
“More. Harder,” she cries, meeting me thrust for thrust. I speed up and fuck her harder. “Yessss,” she hisses. Her fingers move to my forearms, where she digs her nails in. The pain is welcome. Leaning down, I kiss her before dragging my tongue down her neck to her nipple, where I circle it with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth, biting it, and sucking it. I move to the other and give it the same treatment. I could spend all day, every day, inside of her, making her mine over and over and over again. I’ll never tire of it.