Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Maybe because I didn’t know what I wanted. What I needed.
But Tor breaking in my ass right now feels exactly right.
My body is full, stretched, but pliant and willing.
My hair drifts back over my face as he releases that grip, and a moment later, the flat of his entire hand is under me, taking my pussy in a possessive grip as broken noises catch in the back of my throat.
“I’m going to get my wife off with my dick in her ass. You want that, don’t you? You want to come while I ass-fuck you, my bride.”
All I can do is make more noises that are more animal like than human as I let go of myself, my hands falling by my head to gather the sheets in my fists, holding tight as each thrust moves my body higher up onto the bed.
Reality starts to blur as a single digit penetrates my soaking opening while his cock commands my ass.
The heel of his palm grinds onto my clit as I twist and connect with his gaze, and he offers only a dangerous but sexy smile.
More pumping, more finger, more cock, more, more, more, until there is no more time and space. No more me before him.
There’s burning, stretching, tingling, heat and pain, and I’m here for it all. I’m engulfed in him. A man what?
Twenty years my senior? I don’t even know how old my husband is, but I can’t imagine giving all of this to anyone else.
Another hard grunt, a thrust, a push and curling of a finger and the pressure on my clit sends me into the abyss.
I clasp onto his hardness, my inner muscles pulsing around him and my own wails and moans mixing with his as his own release mixes with mine.
The hand between my thighs turns into a clawing grasp. There’s an ownership in this moment, with him emptying himself into my ass while his hand holds the vulnerable flesh between my legs like it might disappear any second.
We’re heaving and panting as his body comes to rest on mine and I sag into the bed, unable to hold myself any longer.
Sweat covers us as we peel ourselves apart. Dimly, I’m aware that Tor is moving me, shifting me like a doll onto my back, his grip moving behind my knees, and I disconnect from reality when his mouth comes down on my open folds.
“Relax, my queen. Let me worship you like you deserve.”
The ache from his intrusion is lost to the slow, easy, soft pleasure of his warm mouth.
I melt into the bedding, unable and unwilling to do anything to stop this out-of-control train that has become my life.
His mouth works its magic and my body responds. More screaming from my raw throat, more squeezing of muscles, more wetness and groans.
Tor whispers sweet things into my body as my knees fall wide and heat traverses over my skin.
I’m a gooey, helpless bag of bones when Tor finally comes to my side, thick arms drawing me into his hard chest as I lose the ability to verbalize.
“Good girl.” His lips rest on my forehead and the scent of my pleasure swirls in my nose.
There’s the sound of water, then the scent of linen and rose water.
As the warmth of the bath tickles at my skin, Tor eases us into the tub, my back to his chest, his rough jaw against my cheek.
“Who do you belong to?”
I don’t try to pretend I don’t know the answer.
“You.”
“I’m a beast in a suit, my darling. You do realize I will kill anyone that tries to hurt you. Take you from me. I will never apologize for what I do to protect what’s mine. Do you understand?”
I nod against him. A swirling mix of security and a tickle of fear balling inside me in an intoxicating cocktail.
“I do.”
“Yes, you do. And I do. I never thought I’d be here, but I guess what they say is true.” His lips brush my ear. “Love always finds a way.”
Chapter Eleven
Tor
Three years later
Our youngest, Megan, bounces on my knee, squealing as we both watch her mother take her third bite of the panna cotta.
“So good. It’s a five, for sure.” Natalie scribbles some notes on her ever-present notepad, as I listen to Sophia at the table next to us, explaining to our oldest, Chase, what a food blog is.
We don’t usually take the kids with us when she tries out a new restaurant, but this day is special.
It’s Sophia’s newest venture. A family friendly five-star restaurant, set up for foodie parents to indulge while children are catered to with walls lined with fish tanks and food served for little fingers. There’s a face painting artist in the youth playroom, and staff there to observe and keep kids occupied when they get restless.
It’s a great concept, and I’m her partner and investor.