Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Molly comes out a few minutes later. She walks to me and puts her hands on my chest. I pull her into a tight hug, relaxing into her embrace, but I’m so fucking worked up and I don’t know how to get rid of all this anger.
“I take it that didn’t go well,” she says softly and gets on her toes to kiss me.
I kiss her back. “No, it didn’t.”
“You should listen to him though. Gian’s right—”
“I don’t want to hear that right now. Nobody in my family’s right except for me.”
“That’s unreasonable. You need to meet them halfway.”
“Like hell I do.” My hand laces into her hair and I hold it tight. She gasps as I stoop down and kiss her neck. “I’m tired of playing by the rules. I’m tired of being the fucking hero. I gave them everything, and I decide to step outside of the narrow confines of my fucking life for one second, and suddenly I’m a monster. Fuck.”
“Saul,” she says, sounding breathless. But I silence her with another kiss, my tongue burying into her mouth. My blood’s racing, my heart’s pounding, and I don’t know how I’m going to put myself back together.
But at least there’s her. Molly and her soft mouth and her beautiful skin and her moans. I kiss her hard and drag her over to the table. She sits on its edge and I press myself between her legs, my hands roaming her body, teasing over her breasts before unbuttoning her jeans.
“Easy,” she says, looking so fucking pretty with kiss-swollen lips and pink cheeks. “What will the neighbors say?”
“Nothing. They know not to bother me.”
She laughs, sounding breathy and aroused. “Of course. Nobody’s dumb enough to mess with big, bad Saul Rossi, right?”
“Goddamn right.” I drop to my knees and yank her jeans off. She groans, wriggling her hips to help. I feast on her thighs, moving up toward her panties, before pushing them aside. I lick her, stiff-tongued, gliding up and down her folds.
“If this is supposed to be some stress relief, I’m not sure how I feel about it,” she groans, grabbing my hair as I suck on her clit and fuck her with my fingers.
“I’m pretty sure I know how you’re feeling right now.”
“Ugh, yes, it feels great when you do that, but I don’t want angry sex.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“I mean—” Her eyes roll back as my fingers find that fleshy little nub deep in her pussy. “Oh, fuck. I take it back. Everything I’ve ever said is a lie. All I want is this.”
I smirk and keep going. “You filthy fucking girl. All I have to do is stroke your lovely cunt and you’re all mine.”
“I’m easy. Sue me. Don’t stop.”
“But if I don’t stop, you’re going to come. Does that mean I don’t get to fuck you senseless?”
“This isn’t an either-or thing, Saul. I contain multitudes.”
“Meaning you’ll happily come on both my tongue and my cock. Understood.” I keep going, sucking her, fucking her, until her back arches and she does just that. Fuck, I love it when she orgasms; there’s nothing more beautiful in the world. Her sounds, her taste, everything about her, and even though I’m feeling broken and worthless, there’s a part of me that keeps thinking: she’s worth it.
She’s so fucking worth it.
I stand and turn her around. She chirps, gasping as I bend her over the table. She leans on her palms and I yank down her worthless panties. Then my pants come off and my hard cock’s out in the air, so stiff it feels like freshly milled steel. I kiss her over her shoulder as I press myself against her dripping, soaked pussy.
“Still against angry sex?” I whisper in her ear.
“I am open to changing my mind. I’m flexible like that.”
“God, you are so very flexible. It’s what I love about you.” I sink my tip inside and she moans. “Want more?”
“Don’t be a tease. I thought this was all about taking your anger out on me.”
“You want that, baby?”
“Go ahead. Find out if your neighbors really don’t mind you fucking your wife in the back yard.”
“I bet you want them to watch.” My heart races at the thought of getting caught. I sink myself deeper. “I bet you’re dripping right now, thinking about some uppity Old City grandma clutching her pearls.”
“Mmm, god, yes. Let’s scandalize the rich. Then we can eat them.”
I sink myself deep inside of her then and she moans, head back. I wrap my hand around her throat. “We are the rich now, baby, and all I want to eat is you.”
I fuck her rough. I don’t want to hold back anymore. No more teasing, no more joking. No more thinking. I fuck my beautiful wife right there in the back yard, cock taking her from behind, and I drive her deeper and deeper into ecstasy. We’re not quiet or shy about it—and when she comes a second time, it throws me over the edge. I finish inside of her in a massive, twitching bliss, and I’m breathing hard when I slip myself out of her and collapse into a chair.