Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Lifting my hand to the side of her head, I take her mouth with mine. My tongue strokes hers hard as I pull her completely on top of me.
I grab her shirt, and we only separate so the fabric can pass between us, then our mouths fuse together again.
This is heaven.
I have a beautiful wife and peace and quiet in the mountains.
What more can a man ask for?
I pull Grace’s bra out of my way, and my hands find her breasts. I groan from how perfect they feel while I get lost in the taste of her addictive mouth.
Our movements gradually grow more urgent, and when I can’t wait a second longer, I push her off me. She quickly stands up and shimmies out of her jeans and panties.
I shove my sweatpants and boxers down, and Grace takes over, dragging them off.
I reach for her hips as she climbs back on top of me, and when I have her straddled over my cock, I position myself at her soaked entrance.
She pushes down on me when I thrust up, and we both groan as her pussy takes all of me.
“Christ, yes.” I keep a firm grip on her hips and pull her down every time I thrust up.
Her hands slap down on my shoulders, and her breasts bounce, the sight fucking hot.
For a man who felt like he was dying an hour ago, energy pulses through my body as I fuck my wife.
She’s all I needed to recharge. No amount of sleep can do for me what she can.
“Jebat,” I curse as I increase my pace, my hips pumping as if my fucking life depended on it. “I need you to come.”
“So close,” she moans as she moves up and down, riding the fuck out of me.
Unable to stop my orgasm, it tears through me with a force that can rival the blast that almost killed me.
The moment I come, Grace’s body tenses and she lets out a cry as her own pleasure hits.
She loses all her strength and slumps down on my chest, her breaths rushing over my neck.
Ecstasy courses through my veins, and I thrust into her a few more times before I still beneath her.
“So much,” I suck in a desperate breath, “better. You’re the instant cure for any illness or injury.”
She lets out a chuckle as she pushes herself up, and when she climbs off, I see my release coating the inside of her thighs.
“That sight never gets old,” I groan.
“What? Me naked?” Grace asks as she grabs our clothes.
When she walks to the stairs, I say, “My cum, dripping from your pussy.”
“Jesus, Dominik,” she chuckles.
When she goes up the stairs, I call out, “Where are you going with my clothes.”
“You won’t need them for the rest of the night. Get your ass up here so I can cure you some more.”
I’m up in a flash, and ignoring the pain in my side, I take the stairs two at a time to get to my wife.
Chapter 27
GRACE
Dressed in leggings and a sports bra, I head down to the gym.
When I walk inside, Dominik is busy pushing weights, the sight hot as hell.
While I wait for him to finish with the set, I get on the treadmill and start to jog so I can warm up my muscles.
I hear the clank of the weights, then Dominik says, “Today, we’re working on your agility.”
“Okay.” I continue to jog for fifteen minutes before climbing off.
Dominik has been training me for two weeks.
Every single day.
When we first started, I thought I would die because my husband is a drill sergeant when it comes to training.
I get why, though. The sooner I can fight, the sooner he doesn’t have to worry about my safety during trips.
I’ve also been learning sign language so I can communicate better with Evinka, but that’s taking a bit longer than the training.
I walk to the other side of the room, where he’s set up a small obstacle course, and take up position at the starting point.
“Remember to use the momentum you gain toward the end,” he mutters while getting the stopwatch ready. “Time to beat today is one minute and sixteen seconds. I want it well under sixty seconds.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, even saluting him.
“Ready?” he asks. When I nod, he shouts, “Go!”
I dart away from the starting point, and taking hold of the crate, I throw my leg up and climb on top of it. I keep going, launching my body into the air, and grabbing a ring, I swing forward before I drop and army crawl underneath a net.
Coming out from beneath it, I shoot to my feet and run zig-zag through the containers we use to ferment our vegetables.
“One minute and seven seconds,” Dominik mutters. “Again.”
I walk to the starting point while sucking in deep breaths of air.