Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
"You still don't think I'm telling the truth?"
"I...I just..."
"What?"
"W-Why do you want me?"
"You'll have to figure that out on your own."
"B-But—-"
"But right now—-" Rowland reached between her bodies while speaking. "All you need to focus on is this." He used the swollen head of his cock to start rubbing and tracing the quivering folds of her pussy, and her entire body buckled.
"R-Rowland..."
His name on her lips was still a massive turn-on, and the sound ripped a groan out of his throat.
"What the hell are you doing to me, woman?"
His control just fucking broke, and he made his fantasy come true in a single moment. With one hand still teasing her pussy with his cock, his other hand went to grip the caramel locks of her hair while his head dipped down to conquer her mouth with a kiss.
Fuuuuuuck.
She tasted even more heavenly than he imagined, and he just fucking couldn't hold himself back. He heard her whimper as he started sucking on her lower lip and then her tongue, and as soon as her arms slipped around his neck, he couldn't stop himself.
He started grinding his erection against her dripping wet cunt, and she whimpered anew even as he reached up to knead her breasts without breaking the kiss. He began plucking her nipples, and her body arched and buckled.
"Rowland..."
Hearing her moan his fucking name as soon as he released her mouth was his second undoing, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he braced himself up.
His gaze locked with hers, and all he could see in her eyes was her complete surrender.
"P-Please..."
A cry spilled past her lips as his cock tore past her hymen, and he gritted his teeth as her tight little pussy struggled to sheathe his entire length.
Her nails dug deep into his shoulders, but the pain only fed his desire, and he had to struggle even harder against the urge to start moving.
Don't be a fucking ass.
You need to fucking wait.
Let her get used to your size.
He repeated the words in his mind as he fought to remain still, but the moment he felt her inner muscles squeeze his cock, the few working brain cells he had left completely shut down.
"I'm going to start moving now..."
"W-Wait—-"
Her protest came too late. He had already pulled back and was plunging his cock back into her, and her moan blended with his growl.
"You feel so fucking good, wife..."
His Emerald could only stare up at him with parted lips, her expression overwhelmed as Rowland pounded into her again and again. He knew he should try to be gentle, but the way her pussy kept squeezing his cock made it impossible for him to regain control.
Her pussy seemed designed to drive him out of his mind, and he could feel his hunger for her only growing with every thrust of his cock.
He just couldn't get enough of her, dammit.
Just couldn't stop himself from gripping the bountiful cheeks of her ass as he pounded into her one last time before exploding inside of her—-
"Rowland!"
He reached down to stimulate her clit, and in but a few moments, his wife was also cumming, her body once again curving up against his as her creamy essence mixed with his seed.
Rowland waited for the familiar urge to leave, but it never came. Instead of pulling away like he usually did, Rowland tightened his arms around his wife as he rolled to his back.
Their bodies were still intimately joined, and his chest tightened when he heard her sigh as her body gradually grew heavy. The only times he spent the entire night with a woman was when he intended to fuck until sunrise.
But because his Emerald was different—-she made him feel different as well.
Just a few moments longer, he thought.
He would stay here in her bed, needing a few more moments to savor the exquisite feel of her body resting trustingly against his while his semi-erect cock pulsed gently inside of her pussy like it had found its home.
His eyes drifted closed as the moments extended to minutes, and by the time he opened his eyes, night had turned into morning, and he was alone in her bed.
His wife was on the run.
Again.
Chapter Seven
THIS IS STARTING TO become a habit, Emmy thought mournfully as she hurried down the sidewalk and crossed the street to get to the bus stop.
As soon as she woke up, panic had gotten the better of her (again!), and she had found herself quickly snatching a change of clothes like they were the crown jewels and then tiptoeing out of her own bedroom like a thief.
Guilt ate her alive as Emmy boarded her usual bus and made her way to the back.
Something has got to change, Em!
She had signed up to become a mail-order bride with her eyes wide open. She had even been willing to marry a total stranger. She knew she should be relieved that her husband was someone she knew, but—-