Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“All of it.” I barely get the words out before I hiss as he slides a finger deep inside me.
“I’m going to need you to be more specific.” He adds another finger. “My first job as your husband is to learn how to please you.”
I groan, the room starting to spin. “This works.”
His chuckle is deep and gravelly—and hot as fuck. “Then how about this?”
He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking lightly enough to almost sting.
“That’s so good,” I say as clearly as I can through the tension in my throat.
“You taste sweet.” The sound of his tongue against my wet flesh makes me shiver. “I can’t wait to watch you come on my face.”
“Keep going, and you’re going to get your wish.”
“I’ve already gotten my wish,” he whispers before licking along the inside of my thigh.
I tremble under his touch, two seconds from exploding. I’ve waited too long for this to hold back much longer.
The pressure builds inside me, assisted by the steady rhythm of Jason’s fingers.
“Look at me,” he demands, giving me no chance to object.
I lift my head to watch his face lower against my pussy.
“I want you to watch me enjoy you,” he says, his eyes burning into mine. His hands slide beneath my ass. “Watch me enjoy my wife.”
I reach for him, threading my fingers into his hair as he lowers his mouth to me again. I brace myself, knowing he’s going to let me fall apart.
The assault between my legs is immediate and glorious. And the sight of Jason framed between my thighs is like nothing I could’ve imagined.
The roar of an orgasm hits me fast and hard. I buck against Jason’s face, unable to contain a scream that pierces the air. The intensity is too much. The fierceness of the climax more than I can take. I try to wiggle back, to push on Jason’s head, but his grip on my bottom is too strong.
“Jason!” I moan, my eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t take it!”
His tongue flicks against me, sending shocks of powerful jolts through my body. “Yes, you can.”
“I can’t.” Tears fill in the corners of my eyes. “I can’t, Jason. Dammit.”
He sits back, slowing his fingers until every wave of pleasure has been milked from my orgasm. Then he slides them out. I shiver.
His lips are shiny from my cum. He drags a finger over them and grins devilishly.
I think I might like this marriage thing just fine.
“All of that,” I say, laughing softly. “I liked all of that.”
“I could tell.”
His chuckle mixes with mine as he stands. He makes quick work out of finding a condom and rolling it down his length.
“Come here,” he says, offering me a hand. He helps me up and onto my jelly legs. “I need to fuck you right now.”
“Please.”
I swipe a thumb across his lips, earning a smile from him. Then I place a kiss against him before allowing him to turn me around.
He bends me over the table. My breasts are flat against the cool stone, and my arms are stretched across it. Our reflection shines back at us in the oversized windows.
Seeing Jason’s naked body positioned behind mine with his cock in his hand, looking at me like I’m a prize, makes my mouth water.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, smiling at him through the reflection. “Fuck me.”
He hooks his fingers around the front of my hips and angles my ass to him. I look for something to hold on to and brace myself against, but there’s nothing.
I’m at his mercy.
The head of his cock parts my swollen lips and sits at my opening.
“Remember to tell me what you like,” he says, swirling his cock around my hole. “I want to hear you, Chloe.”
“I’m sure you—fuck!”
He thrusts into me in one long, hard stroke, completely filling me. I sink back against him as he plunges inside me again. Then again.
“Watch us in the glass,” he demands, his fingertips digging into my waist. “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are.”
I look at our reflection, but I don’t notice me. All I can see is him.
He’s power and confidence, strength and sex. His muscles flex, a show of their own, as he pounds into me from behind.
“I like that,” I say, meeting him stroke for stroke.
“Do you want it harder?”
“Yes.”
He grips me tighter and drives into me.
The fire in my pussy. The burn of his hands. The sting of my chest grinding against the table.
The heat in his gaze.
The sensations are too numbered and too intense, and when mixed—it’s all too much.
“I’m going to come,” I warn as my body begins to tremble. “I can’t stop it.”
“Don’t stop it.” He groans, his pelvis hitting against my backside. “I want to feel you on my cock.”
My final band of control snaps. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me, drowning me in its bliss.