Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop.”
I cried out as he pressed just a little harder against my anus, and I felt one of his fingers penetrate my ass. Sinking my teeth into my lip, I tried to contain my whimper, but it spilled out, startling me as it then changed to that of a groan.
Ive was still for several seconds, maybe even a few minutes, and then he pushed forward until his finger was to the knuckle deep in my ass. It was hot and strange, but it wasn’t too painful. I liked the sensation as he worked my clit at the same time. I closed my eyes, and allowed my body to feel.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
It wasn’t a lie.
“Good, because soon I’m going to have my dick balls-deep inside you,” he said.
I whimpered.
“But don’t worry, I’m not going to do that to you tonight. No, I’m going to fuck this sweet little pussy. I want to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my dick as I fuck you hard. Tonight, after I come inside you, I’m going to make sure it stays there.”
I’d never been more aroused than I was at that moment. I wanted him so badly, and it didn’t matter what Ive asked for, I’d give it to him.
Chapter Twenty
Ive
Christmas
I’d never cared for Christmas. It was a tradition in my household, and my father hated to celebrate it. My father, even though he liked to splash the cash, was in fact, poor. He talked a big game but didn’t have a single cent to his name. Not a thing. Christmas was one of those times when he was made aware of just how poor he was, and he hated the reminder and would take it out on everyone.
Watching Charlotte decorate the tree in our main living room made this worthwhile. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater, which kept riding up, giving me a good view of her jean-covered ass. I hated to see her completely dressed. I liked getting her naked, exploring her body.
“Are you not going to help me?” she asked.
“This hot chocolate is not going to drink itself.”
She rolled her eyes but walked toward me. I wished, in that moment, that she was naked. If she’d been naked I’d have been able to see the sway of those beautiful tits.
“You’re thinking naughty thoughts,” she said.
“Always.”
I grasp her wrist after she put down her cup of hot chocolate, and pulled her against me.
We’d spent the last few weeks at my penthouse suite in the city as I had some business to deal with. For her reward I’d purchased a tree, an actual tree complete with a pot that she’d need to water. There were already too many pine needles on the floor to count, but I saw the happiness in her eyes, and that meant more to me than the mess.
She’d already put up a string of fairy lights around my office and across my desk. I told her she would have to pay me to have Christmas in the office, and she already had. I had her spread wide across my desk and I’d explored every single inch of her with my mouth, finishing with my cock balls-deep inside her pussy.
I loved her pussy. And her ass. I also happened to enjoy her mouth too. In fact, against all the freaking odds, I enjoyed every single part of my wife, and not just sexually either.
This was fucking insane. I’d never wanted a wife. I’d never wanted to be tied down. There was no way I would have willingly brought a woman into my world. I know there was always the risk of them getting hurt.
Charlotte could get hurt, and the very thought of it was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. It was why she was always surrounded by my men. Hubert was always by her side if I wasn’t. At the penthouse suite, Hubert wasn’t the only one to keep an eye on her. I had men located on every single floor. There was no way anyone was getting to my woman without me being alerted to it first. I’d find a way to save her.
“Ive,” she said.
“What?”
“Are you going to help me with the tree or not?” she asked. “It’s our first Christmas together.”
She’d straddled my waist and I gripped her hips, pulling her down so she was next to my cock.
“Yes, I’m going to help you, but how do you expect me to want to decorate the tree with all of these clothes on?” To make my point, I grab the edge of her sweater and pull it up and over her head. “Ah, you see, so much better.”
Charlotte giggled. “All you think about is sex.”
“True, but then I’ve got an insatiable wife, I’ve got no choice but to think about sex all the time.”