Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I scooped her into my arms and lifted her into position, letting her guide my length to her entrance, and I lowered her down to sheathe it fully.
She moaned as she hooked her arms around my neck, being supported by my hands on her ass and my arms under her thighs.
I lifted her up and down, thrusting my hips on her way down, taking her in the shower like she weighed nothing. Since my arms were the size of her head, she really did weigh nothing.
Her skin was red, flushed by the heat growing inside her. Her eyes had a heavy glaze over them like she was lost in the heat between us, lost in the passion that set our world ablaze. I knew she was impressed by my strength because she was more turned on than usual, watching me lift her over and over without having to slow, my bulging arms the size of tree trunks. I listened to her body and studied her touches and kisses, so I knew her favorite position was missionary. She was always so fucking wet, and she came so damn fast. But it seemed like she enjoyed this even more. “You like this, sweetheart?”
Her answer was immediate. Didn’t have to pull it out of her. “Yes…”
I started to fuck her faster. “You love it when I fuck you like this?”
Her breaths ran rampant, uneven and uneasy. “Yes.”
I kept up the fast pace because of the adrenaline and the throbbing arousal in my dick. I lifted three times her weight in a session in the gym, so my muscles didn’t fatigue as quickly as they would with a higher weight.
She was about to come. Her eyes glazed over like she saw stars, and her lips parted to begin the incoherent stream of sighs and cries and moans. She was so pretty when she came, her eyes growing wet with tears that were desperate to be free. Then there was the crescendo, the moans intermixed with my name, and the sudden tightness of her pussy.
I could tell how wet she was, even in the shower. It was so distinctive around my dick, so slick. I brought her down on my length the exact way I wanted and gave her my final pumps, filling that pussy with another load.
I held her close and felt her ankles lock together at the top of my ass. It took just a few seconds for my breathing to return to normal. I stepped farther under the showerhead so the water could hit us both to wash away the sweat.
Then she kissed me, kissed me hard, like she was far from done with me. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
5
FLEUR
Bastien worked every single night for two weeks, and while I was disappointed he was gone so much, I didn’t complain. He’d bailed on all his responsibilities when I’d needed him most, so I couldn’t be greedy with his time.
I went through all the things that Bastien had retrieved from Adrien’s and put the clothes and shoes away in the closet in one of the additional bedrooms. It was more than a spare room, but a smaller primary that was worthy of an important guest. The walk-in closet was perfect for all my extra things. Adrien had also included my wedding dress in the contents. It was zipped up in a bag, so I assumed Bastien hadn’t noticed.
Even if that had been a special day, it felt weird to keep it, so I tossed it in the donations bag.
I could only organize my belongings for so many hours without getting overwhelmed, so I would take a book down to one of my cafés and read it while enjoying a midday coffee. I did cardio for an hour every day now because I was afraid I would gain a bunch of weight since I spent most of my time sitting on my ass. And Bastien was so fucking hot that I had to at least try to stay fit.
I’d thought I would be lost and bored without having a job to occupy my day, but it was the opposite. I didn’t miss staring at a computer screen and looking at spreadsheets and booking appointments for my boss. I didn’t miss the meetings and the mandatory luncheons and the bullshit.
I didn’t miss worrying about rent and what temperature I could afford to keep the heater and how much I could afford in groceries for the week. I didn’t miss hearing people argue down the hallway from my apartment because the walls were practically made of paper. I didn’t miss having to do my laundry in my kitchen. Now, I didn’t have to do laundry at all.
No laundry. No cooking. No dishes. Nothing.
When I’d been with Adrien, I’d still had to do everything else. I was a housewife, and I earned my keep by doing everything so he didn’t have to do anything. With Bastien, I felt like a queen in a castle whose only responsibility was to fuck the king when he came home.