Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 56149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I’m only catching about every other word he’s saying.
“You’re going to let me mark your pussy. That way I know when you’re walking around with me tonight, I’m all over this sweet little cunt. That it’s mine. Only mine.”
The pressure on my clit and the dirty picture he describes make me cum instantly, his possessive words sending me over the edge.
“Say it,” he grunts, and I feel his release start to spill onto me.
“Only yours,” I moan, as he continues to rub himself across my clit, milking both our orgasms. He uses the head of his cock to smear his cum around, making sure my pussy is covered in it before pulling my panties back into place.
He tucks himself back into his pants and pulls me off the counter.
“All better?” I tease, looking up at him.
“It helped, but only tonight will tell.”
I turn to look in the mirror and see my lipstick is smudged.
“I’m going to need another five minutes,” I tell him as he stands behind me, looking at him in the mirror. He moves in closer, moving my hair off one shoulder, kissing me there before taking a light bite.
“Why? You look well loved by your man. Nothing fucking hotter than that.”
I have to agree.
Needless to say, it still takes us another hour before we finally make it to the main island and to our dinner reservations.
The food was good but not as good as Marie’s. But it’s nice to be out, just the two of us. I drink champagne, almost killing half a bottle by myself.
“I’m going to have to pump and dump,” I say. Sean pulls me from my chair and leads me out of the restaurant to our next spot.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that when we get home.”
My pussy clenches at his words, knowing what he means. Sean can’t seem to get enough of my breasts since I’ve had Marcus.
“We could skip dancing and go home,” I suggest, wanting him to make good on his word. I rub up against him a little, not caring we’re in the middle of the street. The champagne made me a little bold.
“You said dinner and dance. That’s what I’m giving you, little fox.”
I smile up at him, getting on my tiptoes to get a kiss. He leans down, meeting me. The kiss is soft and only lasts a few seconds.
“We’re here,” he says, pulling me into a little bar.
A live band is playing, and people are already dancing even though it’s a little early.
Sean finds us a table in the corner and orders us both a drink before pulling me onto the dance floor and holding me close as a slow song fills the bar.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear.
“I love you, too.”
He pulls me even closer, holding me tight.
“Never knew I could be this happy. Hell, this fucking lucky.”
“You did this, Sean. You made all this happen for us. You fought for us even when I fought against us.”
“Don’t say that,” he says quickly. “All of this is nothing without you. You’re the heart of it all.”
“Kiss me.”
And he does. Until the song finally ends and a faster one comes on.
“I’m going to the bathroom, baby. Stay at our table until I get back.” I nod, making my way back to our table. I’m stopped by a young man who looks to be about my age. He’s got blond hair and blue eyes and has ‘American’ written all over him. It’s easy to spot now who lives on the islands and who doesn’t.
“You have the time?” he asks, a little slur to his words.
“Yeah, sure.” I reach into my purse and pull out my phone. “Just a little after nine.”
He steps a little closer, and I try to retreat but bump up against our table.
“How about you give me your number and we meet up later? You look like a good fuck after how you were all over that guy on the dance floor.”
“My husband,” I correct.
“I don’t care what he was. I know an easy lay when I see one.”
Suddenly Sean is next to me, taking my phone from my hand. I hear the crack of the shattered phone and see the broken pieces to the floor.
“Jesus, was that thing made of crackers?” I say, looking down at the phone.
“I suggest you take a fucking step back from my wife.”
“Hey, man.” The guy steps back, throwing his hands up like he’s going to walk away. But he doesn’t. No, he does the wrong thing altogether. “I’m up for sharing, man. She got enough ass and tits for the both of us.”
I barely see Sean move as the blond guy gets a fist to the face. He falls back onto a table before rolling to the floor.
Sean turns to me and cups my face. “You okay, baby?”
He just hit someone and he’s worried about me?
“Your hand.” I’m thinking about the shattered phone and the punch. That should hurt, right? I feel like I’d cry if that was me.
He kisses my cheek. “Told you that dress would be trouble, and now you’re in trouble,” he says in my ear, pulling me from the bar after throwing some money on the table. “Sorry about your phone. I’ll get you a new one.”
I can’t wait to get home, and for Sean to show me all the trouble I’m in.
Epilogue
Sean
Six months after that…
“Sean! Are you in here?”
I hear Tessa coming into our room, and I go to the closet to hide the bag.
“What are you doing?”
I turn around, wondering how the hell she got to me so fast.
“Nothing.”
Tessa rolls her eyes and stands there, crossing her arms under her big breasts. All it does is accentuate them in her bikini top, and I lick my lips.
“Focus, big guy. You’re a terrible liar. What’s in the bag?”
She goes up on her tiptoes, trying to look behind me, and I feel my face blush.
“It’s nothing.”
“Then why are you being so sneaky?” A devilish grin crosses her face, and I know what’s coming.