Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Oh, angel. What a gift you are offering me.” Slowly I begin to unbutton my shirt, throwing it across the room. “You have no idea how delicious you look in nothing but my rings, and dripping wet pussy waiting on me.” The next thing to go are my pants, but I leave on my boxers, so she is not frightened by my scary dick glaring at her. She sucks in a breath and begins fidgeting on the bed.
“You look like a warrior.” Her voice has hints of awe and desire. My chest puffs out, happy that she likes what she sees.
“Thank you, Piccola.” When I am close enough to smell her I fall to my knees in worship of the woman that married me. I am unworthy of this moment, but this pussy now belongs to me, and I aim to prove it. “Oh baby, look at how wet you are.” I say, blowing air on her clit that is peeking out at me. “Is all of this for me?” I am still not touching her, but my lungs are being resuscitated by the scent of honeysuckle and Jasmine.
“Lar,” She moans my name, head moving back and forth. “Please.” Smack. I pop her pussy to get her attention.
“You will be patient, Piccola. You will take what I give you. Say it.”
“I will take what you give me,” she cries, her breathing more labored as she fights to control herself. I watch as the wetness drips down her slit toward her asshole. The rougher I am with her, the wetter she gets.
I am done waiting. I put my face right against her pussy and roll my face around in it, baptizing myself in her innocence so that maybe when I fill her with darkness, some of the light will remain and I can give some of it back to her.
“Larabee!” She jumps, her back lifting off the bed. I put my arm over her waist to keep her still before sliding my tongue up the path of perfection and give thanks it belongs to me and only me.
Twelve
Satine
My body is on fire. The tingling started in my toes, slowly building to what is going to be a crescendo. My eyes are squeezed shut because the feeling is too much but not enough. “Open your eyes, Piccola. Open those beautiful eyes and look at me so I know you are with me.”
I open them as he commands, not just because he commanded it, but because I love the flutter I get when he tells me what to do and I want him to see that. “There she is,” he says before licking his way further down. He puts his head back the opening of my pussy and his tongue twirls at that sensitive spot over and over. Flashes of light threaten to blind me. The current is so strong I feel like we are on a boat, rocking through a storm.
“Larabee! I can’t..” Before I can finish, he moves even further down, and he licks my rosebud. “Uh-Lar?” I manage to get out even though it is shaky and breathy. I never thought I would be a girl who likes this but damn it feels like a decadent dessert you save for the right time.
He feasts on it, licking and swirling his tongue over and over. I can feel his finger putting pressure on that bundle and I suck in a breath. It’s all too much.
“Fuck baby, look at how you’re gushing all over my fingers. Interesting. Seems my innocent wife is going to be a backdoor queen.” That should be appalling. Why is it not? I begin to shake when his fingers begin pushing into it. His tongue moves back to my pussy while his finger pushed through the ring of fireworks. Yes I said fireworks because that is how it feels like the sky is lit up.
“Please. Please,” I whine. My eyes are closed again because having them open at this point is impossible. Side to side, my head thrashes. My arms are jerking, trying to find an anchor, but also trying to center me and let me tell you, it is not working.
He pushes in further and sucks my clit into his mouth and that is it. The crescendo I was not prepared for. “LARABEE!” I scream before my body begins to convulse uncontrollably. I don’t know when this is going to stop, but my husband doesn’t care. He licks up the mess I made and kisses his way up the rest of my body.
Slowly, he licks up my body, taking little bites everywhere. “My marks look good on you, wife. I need everyone to know you belong to me.” I wish I could respond to him, but I still can’t speak. His tongue licks my nipple, flicking it back and forth before sucking it fully into his mouth like he expects something to come out of it. He moves back and forth from one to the other, over and over making the need to rebuild. My mind is telling me I can’t possibly take anything else, but my body and heart are yelling that I will take what he gives me, because he will catch me when I fall.