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)
I want everything from my wife.
Her fingers dig into my hair as I go faster. I push her, driving her deeper into her pleasure. “You taste perfect,” I murmur, fucking her, curling my fingers. “I want to watch you come. I want to lick you as you orgasm against my mouth. Can you do that for me?”
“I’ve never—” She arches her back with gasp. “I’ve never gotten off like this before.”
“That doesn’t matter. Trust me. Do you trust me, Casey?”
She stares down into my eyes and nods. “I trust you.”
“Good girl. Just listen to your body, and I’ll listen to your moans. Understand?”
“Okay.” She bites her lip and lies back. “Okay. I want to come so fucking bad.”
“Good girl.” I go back to work. Licking, sucking. Fingers sliding in and out. She’s writhing her hips in ecstasy, groaning the whole time, her noises getting louder as she loses control.
This is the moment I live for, the moment she tips into bliss. I go faster, barely keeping myself under control, my brain a dizzy mixture of need and desire, until her back arches and her fingers grip the sheets.
“That’s it, come for me,” I say, encouraging her, fingers going deep. I bury her pussy with my mouth as she slides over the edge into orgasm, and I taste her, I feel her, and it’s incredible, more than I ever imagined, and I’ve pictured this exact moment a thousand times over the years.
She’s so much and more. That athletic body, pear-shaped, her little perky breasts, her thick ass and smooth thighs. Her moans, her noises, her gasps. The sound of her wet pussy as my fingers fuck her. Everything was designed to drive me wild.
“Oh, fuck, Adler,” she says as she comes down. “Oh, my fucking fuck.” She laughs, grinning like an idiot, her chest and face flushed red.
“You liked that.” I slide my fingers out. When she looks at me, I make a show of licking them clean.
I can’t tell if it embarrasses her or turns her on. Probably both.
“You seemed to like it too.” She’s staring at my hard cock.
“I did,” I admit. “Maybe too much.”
“Too much? Why do you keep saying stuff like that?” A hint of frustration creeps into her tone.
I don’t want to ruin her orgasm, so I get behind her and wrap my arms around her body, pulling her tight. Her ass wriggles against my cock, and I want nothing more than to bury myself between her legs.
But not yet.
“I’m not trying to be such a pain,” I whisper, kissing her neck. “I want this. I want more of this. It’s only, things are complicated, and our relationship isn’t coming at the best time.”
“You’re the one that made it happen.”
“I know that.” I did it to protect you. “But even still.”
“Is this mysterious ‘bad time’ why you keep trying to take things slow?”
“Yes, that, and you’re clearly inexperienced.”
She stiffens. I can tell she didn’t like that. “How do you know?” she asks, her tone sharp. She wriggles away from me, glaring.
“I only meant—” Too late to explain. It’s obvious I fucked this up somehow.
“You don’t know anything about me.” She yanks her crop top down and finds her shorts. “Just because I’m not the kind of girl you’re used to—” She pulls the shorts on as she gets out of bed and nearly topples over.
I lunge over to steady her, but she pushes me away.
“You don’t know what I’m used to,” I say, bewildered by her reaction. Does she really think I care if she’s experienced or not?
“I know you’re the great Adler Costa, and you probably have a million conquests to your name. How many girls have been in this bed before me? Actually, don’t answer.” She stands in the doorway to the bathroom. I don’t understand what I said to make her so upset.
She has no clue what kind of woman I like.
“I never pretended to be a saint before marrying you. There’s nothing wrong with having a few partners.”
“Yeah, sure, how convenient.” She shakes her head and turns away. “Thanks for the morning orgasm, asshole.”
Then slams the door in my face.
I stare at it, not sure what the hell just happened.
She clearly is inexperienced.
It’s not a bad thing—it’s just who she is.
I don’t mind teaching her what I like and helping her learn what she likes as well.
Except clearly that was the wrong thing to say.
I lean back with a sigh. It’s just going to be one of those days.
Chapter 21
Casey
Inexperienced.
The freaking asshole called me inexperienced right after getting me off.
With his mouth. Between my legs.
Something I’ve never done before.
Because I’m inexperienced.
And it pissed me off. I mean, he’s not wrong, but still, he doesn’t need to rub it in my face, not a second after we just went further than I’ve ever gone before.