Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Angel. If you let go of that fucking rope, I swear to god I’ll stop.”
“No!” she cries, and I see her hands wrap around the rope so she doesn’t lose her grip.
Reaching between us, I untie the ribbon and gently wrap it around her neck. I hold my hand over it and squeeze as I go deeper and deeper.
“That’s it, pretty angel. Beg me to breathe.”
She gasps, and I feel her pussy getting wetter. Her knees spread wider, and she closes her eyes as her orgasm builds. My cock swells and my balls tighten as she takes every thick inch.
There’s a little cry that escapes her when my fingers dig into her throat, and then she cums hard. Her body goes limp in my arms, but I keep fucking her to make it last longer. She’s so damn wet it’s running down her thighs, and I have no willpower to stop my own climax.
“Fuck.” I groan like I’ve been punched in the gut and fall down on top of her. My hand releases from around her neck as wave after wave of cum pours into her. Every part of me throbs as I fill her up, and she whimpers while gripping my cock tighter.
“I need a nap,” Mia says and then laughs.
“Not on your life. We’ve got a babysitter for the whole night, so get those dancing shoes on, angel.” When I pull out, I see the traces of our lovemaking run down her legs and I rub it in. I love having my mark on her in every way possible.
“Keep that up and I’ll want to go again,” she says as she rocks her hips in invitation.
I cock my head to the side and think it over, but I know if we don’t leave now, we never will. “Come on, I’ll help you get dressed.”
“A collar?” she asks when she sees the dress. When I nod in confirmation, she grins.
The collar of the dress is high enough that it will cover the marks my fingers made. She likes having them but doesn’t like the stares she gets when we’re out in public. After I retie the ribbon around her belly, I slide the dress over her head. Once that’s done, I stand back and look her over.
Her hair is in knots, the dark liner around her eyes is smudged, and her lipstick is half off.
“You look perfect,” I say before I pull her into my arms and kiss her like I haven’t done it in years. “Like you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”
“Exactly what I was hoping for,” she says and then kisses me back.
Although I fell in love with my wife in an asylum, our love could never be locked away. We were destined for this moment and to have our own happily ever after.
“I love you, angel,” I say as I look into her eyes.
“And I love you.”
“Now let’s go to dinner so I can fuck you in the bathroom of the restaurant.” Her eyes widen, but I know what that look means.
She’s just as dangerous as I am.
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THE END