Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“How do you plan on doing that?” she says as my hands explore her body again. “Are you just going to tease me forever?”
“No,” I say, voice husky. I push her crop top up, but this time, I hold her hands above her head as I kiss her breasts. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” I lick and suck, keeping her pinned.
“That feels good,” she whispers, her back arching when I bite down gently. “I think you’d tease me forever if it got you what you wanted.”
“You’d be wrong. I don’t have that kind of self-control.”
“Why control yourself at all?”
“Because there are reasons why I shouldn’t let us get too close.”
“Reasons?” She shakes her head. “You’re licking my nipples. You’re talking about getting me pregnant. You basically forced me into marrying you. Why are you talking about distance now all of a sudden?”
“That’s a good point. I should stop before I’ve gone too far.”
I pull back, but she whimpers, looking outraged.
God damn, that fucking look.
My cock’s hard already.
This is dangerous. This is stupid.
“Don’t stop,” she says.
And I’m fucking dead.
I lick her nipples again. I kiss her lips, diving into that mouth. I taste her, tongue against her teeth, tongue against her tongue, silky and sweet. I hold her there before I adjust her, spreading her legs and lowering myself down on top, making her give out this lovely yelp of surprise as my hard cock presses up onto her heat.
I growl when she rolls her hips.
“Now you’re the one teasing,” I whisper, kissing her ear. “You’d better be careful.”
“Or else what? You do realize this whole situation is entirely your fault, right? You forced me into this. You keep talking about making babies. I don’t know what to think about you, Adler.”
I don’t blame her one bit. I’m hot one moment, cold the next, because I’m torn in half between taking what I really want and protecting her from the repercussions of my own mistakes.
“I didn’t force anything, and I never said I’d get you pregnant right away. There are things you don’t know.”
“Like what?” She stares into my eyes. Her expression is so needy, so vulnerable. Why the fuck am I such a monster? I should tell her the truth—make her understand what she means to me.
Instead, I have to keep her at arm’s length.
Because if anyone realizes how important she is then she’ll be in so much danger.
And not only from Tony, but from dozens of people that want to see me fall.
Marrying her like this is already a risk, but a calculated one.
Giving her more of myself? That’ll only ruin everything.
“Like how badly I want to taste you,” I say, deflecting, though it happens to be the truth.
She grumbles like she wants to argue, but I move down her body, kissing her little breasts again, before going lower. The way she reacts to my every movement drives me wild.
This is stupid.
I’m only going to make things harder.
And when she learns the truth—
She’ll only hate me even more.
I should tell her.
Except I know I won’t.
I kiss each hip bone as I slowly pull down her shorts, leaving only a pair of simple black panties.
She’s chewing on her thumbnail as I kiss her inner thighs.
“Second lesson,” I murmur, stroking her pussy over her underwear. “Last time I made you get yourself off. This time, I’ll do the work.”
Her eyes widen. “Who says I’ll let you?”
“Your moans say enough.” I kiss closer, closer, until I push her panties aside.
My god.
Her pussy is perfect. I lick her, my tongue tense, as I stroke bottom to top. I roll around her clit, then dive against her, unable to help myself.
The moans she makes.
It’s fucking heaven.
Her taste is lovely. Clean, sultry. I suck and lick her, gentle at first, before sliding two fingers deep into her.
“Mine are bigger than yours,” I say with a smirk at the look on her face. Pure bliss.
I’m so hard I might break.
“Yes, they are,” she says, shuddering. “It feels really good.”
“Starting to feel good about being my wife?”
“I’m starting to think you like this power trip.”
“Maybe, but does it matter? So long as you come.”
She groans, closing her eyes as I fuck her slowly with my fingers. “You’re insane. This whole thing is insane.”
“Tell me it feels good.”
“God, it feels so fucking good.”
“That’s my girl.” I lean down and lick her clit as I fuck her with my fingers. “It’s okay if you’re nervous. I can tell you’re not confident. But I can take care of you.”
“That’s what you say, but then you keep teasing, and pulling away, and I don’t—” Her back arches as I slide my fingers deep then suck her clit. “Fuck, that was good. What the hell are you doing down there?”
“Getting you off,” I say, teasing her again.
She’s breathing fast. I listen to her body, luxuriating in her noises, in her moans, in her taste. I’m a sensual man, and I like to use all my senses. Ass and tits are beautiful, but they’re better when I can touch them, taste them. A woman is more than just her looks, she’s taste and sound and texture and more, and I want it all.