Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
I drag my lips down the column of her throat, sucking and biting at her soft skin, leaving a trail of marks in my wake. She's mine now, my wife, and I want the whole fucking world to know it.
She whimpers and writhes beneath me as I work my way down her body, my hands sliding over every gorgeous curve, committing each dip and swell to memory.
I lave my tongue over the tops of her breasts, teasing myself with the taste of her skin.
"Please." She arches up, desperate for more, begging so sweetly.
Cupping one heavy breast, I draw her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue before biting down.
"Dalton!" Her back bows off the bed. "Please…"
I smirk around her nipple before releasing it. "Please what, baby? Use your words and tell me what you need from me."
"Your mouth," she whimpers. "I need your mouth on me."
"Like this?" I press a soft kiss to the swell of her breast.
She whines, shaking her head wildly, her hands buried in my hair as she tries to push me down her body. "No. Lower."
"Tell me, Tempest. Where do you need my mouth?"
"I need your mouth on my pussy," she sobs. "Please, Dalton. I'm aching."
Fuck, I love hearing that word on her lips. Please. Begging so sweetly for me to do filthy shit to her.
I kiss a fiery trail down her body, stopping long enough to dip my tongue into her belly button…relishing the sweet little gasp she gives me. Her sweet, tangy scent has my mouth watering as I hover over her mound.
"Spread your legs for me, wife," I demand. "Let me see what belongs to me now."
She slowly slides them apart, flashing that perfect, bare, dripping pussy at me. I've never seen anything prettier. Never tasted anything sweeter, either.
I settle between her spread legs, draping them over my shoulders. "You've got a problem, Tempest." I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh. "You made this perfect little thing mine for life." I flick my gaze up to her. "Good luck keeping me out of it now, baby. I'll be right here morning, noon, and night, worshipping on my knees like a good husband should."
"Dalt—" Whatever she was going to say bleeds into a moan as I lunge, burying myself face-first in her pussy. I bat her clit with my tongue, holding her open with two fingers so I can get closer, eat more of her.
Her nails scrape my shoulders, her heels digging into my back as she bows off the bed beneath me.
"Say my name, wife," I growl against her sweet cunt, already mad with the taste of her, the smell of her, the sheer fucking pleasure of eating her. "Scream it. We both know how much I fucking love the way it sounds breaking on your lips."
She grinds against my face, yanking my hair as her thighs tremble and shake. "Dalton," she gasps. "Oh God, yes!"
I groan against her, eating her like a wild man. I can't get enough of her taste, of the way she responds to my every touch, my every lick. She's honey and wildfire on my tongue, sweet and scorching. She's so fucking responsive, so goddamn perfect.
I thrust my tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it as I press my nose against her clit.
She wails my name, her thighs clamping around my head as she shatters apart. Her sticky juices flood my mouth as she bucks beneath me, babbling incoherently as wave after wave of ecstasy slams into her.
I don't even wait for the last one to recede before I drag her into my arms. If I'm not inside her soon, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
"Kiss me," I order, my hands wrapped up in her hair as she trembles against me, still mewling. "I want your breath in my lungs while I'm fucking you, Tempest."
She stretches forward eagerly, her mouth meeting mine. I get lost in her sweet mouth and the way she squirms on top of me, her hot little pussy writhing all over my cock as she positions herself.
I grip her hips, lining up at her entrance.
She whimpers as she sinks down without hesitation, taking me inside inch by perfect, torturous inch.
Ah, fuck. She's tight, hot heaven around me, that pussy strangling my cock. I groan, burying my face in her throat…fighting to breathe, desperately trying not to lose it.
"Dalton, Dalton," she chants, her nails embedded in my shoulders as I sink deeper into her perfect heat.
I buck my hips, greedy, desperate, fucking starving for her. Her barrier tears against my cock, sending a jolt through me,
Ah, shit. She's mine in every way now—bound to me in a way that nothing can ever undo—not time, not distance, nothing. For the rest of her life, this piece of her will always be mine, just like this piece of me will always be hers.