Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Cole groaned, pushing his tongue into me and making me cover my mouth with my hands as I held back the scream of pleasure. He teased his tongue in and out of me, like he was fucking me with it, driving me absolutely wild. I’d never felt anything like that. I’d never even dreamed of something feeling that good, and I never wanted him to stop.
He growled as he flicked his tongue back up to my clit, sucking it gently between his lips and swirling his tongue over it as I moaned and whimpered for him, writhing on the bed as the sensations rippled through me.
“Fuck, Princess,” he growled, his fingers teasing over my lips before he slid a finger inside of me. I cried out, arching my hips into him as he started to curl his big finger in and out of me, stroking this magical spot that had me melting for him.
“I’ve wanted to taste you since the second I saw you. I wanted to feel your candy pussy against my mouth and your sweet cum coating my tongue.”
I moaned as his filthy words washed over me, punctuated by his tongue flicking over my clit.
“And I knew you’d taste so fucking good, Princess. I knew my wife would taste like fucking heaven and candy.”
“Stop calling—”
“Oh but you are, angel,” he growled. “You are my wife. Mine to have and to hold. Mine to tease and taste.”
His tongue swirled across my clit, and I buried the scream in my hands as my body arched off the bed.
“Mine to claim. And this is my pussy to taste when it comes for me. To feel when it stretches open for the first time around my big cock. To fill with my cum until it’s dripping down your thighs.”
I was lost, drowning in pleasure as his wicked words and amazing mouth drove me higher and higher, until I was gasping for air I was so high.
“Tell me, Princess,” he growled, slowing a little and letting the tip of his tongue just barely tease over my clit, keeping me clawing at the edge, unable to crash over it.
“Please…” I whimpered, panting as my hips arched against his mouth. “Please—”
“Tell me,” he groaned, stroking his finger in and out of me and letting his tongue dance over my aching clit.
And suddenly, I didn’t even know why the hell I was fighting it. I hadn’t married Cole just because I was drunk. Well, yes, we were really drunk, but I’d married him for more than just being inebriated.
…I’d married him because I felt alive with him. More alive than I’d ever felt before.
So screw what the tabloids said. Screw whatever came before, or what I was supposed to do with my life. I’d already made my choice, and I’d chosen to take a leap for once in my life. And I’d taken a big leap. Maybe it was too big, but there was no going back.
Not when it came to him.
“I’m yours,” I gasped, my hands clawing at the bedsheets as his tongue teased over my clit. “I’m your wife.”
“And now I want to taste my bride’s sweet cum,” he growled, his hands tightening on me. “So be a good little princess and fucking come on my tongue.”
He sucked my clit between his lips and swirled his tongue over it, and I just lost it.
I yanked a pillow over my face as I screamed in pleasure, my hips bucking against his face as his tongue sent me reeling over the edge into my orgasm. The climax exploded through me, wracking through my whole body until I was gasping for air and trembling all over.
“Good girl,” Cole purred. His tongue dragged slowly over my pussy, making me whimper as he tasted me, making my head spin.
“That was—”
“That was me just getting started.”
Chapter 7
Cole
I’d never wanted anything more — never wanted any woman more — than I wanted her. And it wasn’t just that she was drop-dead gorgeous in that way where she clearly didn’t realize it as much as she should have. And it wasn’t just that there was this raw, sexual energy to her that made the cum boil in my balls. It wasn’t just her sweet innocence.
It was her — the her inside all of that. The girl with the strong backbone, the sass, and the fire, and the ability to spit it all at me in a way no other woman ever had.
Yeah, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to drape her ankles over my shoulders, grab her by the hips, and sink every single inch of my cock deep in that tight little pussy. I wanted her on top, bouncing up and down on me and moaning as I filled her up with every drop.
But then, I knew she was scared. I knew she’d never done anything like what we’d just done, much less sleep with anyone. Married or not, I wasn’t about to fuck this whole thing up by moving too fast or freaking her out. And besides that, when I claimed her — when I made my wife my woman — she’d be begging for it. I wanted her a dripping wet, whimpering, moaning mess when I finally plucked that cherry.