Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Now, I don’t need to have hope. I know I’ve got a very good woman.”
He lifted her up, and Selma didn’t fight him. She followed his guide, driving up and down on his length, moaning as he filled her. Drago let go of her hips, but only to cup her tits and start teasing her hard nipples. She gasped, putting her hands on his chest, and using them for leverage to move up and down the length of his cock. He felt so good and she didn’t want him to stop.
Selma knew she was becoming addicted to sex, but not just his cock. She was becoming addicted to the man beneath her. She loved spending time with him. Each day felt even better than the last.
Even though they had separate bedrooms, she had spent more time in his bed, with his arms wrapped around her, than she had alone. Selma didn’t know if she would even be able to sleep in her own bed without him.
Drago still had to go out from time to time, leaving her alone, but he never left for long.
“I love seeing your tits bounce. That’s it, baby, ride me. Ride my cock, take it deep. You know you want my cum.”
She loved it even more when he talked dirty to her.
Drago moved his hand down her body, and then she gasped as he pressed his thumb to her clit and began to stroke it. She was already so sensitive from the orgasm he’d given her, as he spread her out over his desk. She didn’t even think she would be able to handle a second release, but he surprised her by taking her over the edge, and this time they came together.
****
Drago stepped into his office and watched as Selma ran a fluffy duster across the books. Several of his maids had already complained that even though they had told her repeatedly that she didn’t have to keep cleaning, his woman was insistent on doing things herself.
He didn’t for a second believe it was because she thought she could do a better job. He knew it was because she hated not doing anything, and this was her way of keeping busy, rather than sitting around waiting for stuff to happen.
With his arms folded, he watched her for several minutes.
They had been enjoying breakfast, where Selma was once again talking to him about the animals she loved and the older people she took care of, before she was married to him. He knew she missed elements of her life. He expected Selma to make peace with being at home, but he also knew she liked to keep busy.
She didn’t have any hobbies for him to persuade her to pursue. Selma had taken up being near the gardener, helping him plant bulbs or weed the garden. In the kitchen, she kept asking the cook questions, and then randomly helped the maids. She had even started making the beds as well, dusting being a newfound obsession.
He knew it was cruel of him to keep her like this. He had a feeling she was pregnant.
They had been enjoying each other for two months now. Drago couldn’t believe they had been married for a little longer than that. Two months of enjoying each other’s bodies, and he’d always loved to come inside her. He also made sure he didn’t use condoms.
Selma hadn’t seemed to notice that she’d not had a cycle in two months. Drago didn’t want to spoil the fun they had been enjoying by saying anything. He wanted Selma to tell him or at least ask him if they could get a test. Drago didn’t know if this was normal for her, to miss cycles. He hadn’t noticed any changes to her breasts or her mood. She still enjoyed a morning cup of coffee.
Now, he was starting to feel a little obsessed about this himself, so he cleared his throat. Selma let out a little scream and whirled around.
“Drago, you scared me.”
“I think you’re scaring the staff with your obsession with dusting.”
“Well, I know they get so busy and this house is huge and I only want to help. Am I annoying?”
Drago laughed. “You’re not annoying. Trust me, I pay them enough to not be annoyed.”
“You … pay them?”
This made Drago frown. “Yes, of course, I pay them. They’re my staff.” He took a deep breath and as he did, he folded his arms in front of his chest. “Why wouldn’t I pay them?” he asked.
“Oh, I don’t know.”
Selma’s cheeks had gone a beautiful shade of red.
“Remember our many conversations when we agreed not to lie to each other and to always say the truth?”
She rolled her eyes and he loved it when she got sassy with him. “Yes, of course I remember. It’s fine.”
Drago tilted his head to the side and looked at her, and then smiled. “You thought I owned them?”