Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“No panties, fuck. You’re gonna make me come before my dick is outta my pants. Open those legs wide for me,” He tossed me back on the bed possessively. Wow. I bounced a little before he landed on me. I winced.
“What? I hurt you? Your incision?” He looked panicked.
“It’s okay.” I reached for him and kissed his chest.
His hands went to my hips. “Fuck you’re so soft and beautiful,” he said.
“You mean a chunky monkey?” I asked.
He’d called Carina that the day before, because her cheeks were chubbing right up.
“No, you’re gorgeous. Look at you, my fucking beautiful baby girl. He kissed each of my hips and then he kissed my C-section scar.
He hated that they had to cut me open. He’d pampered me the past six weeks, making sure I wasn’t in too much pain while I healed, doing everything for me. Foot rubs, doing the laundry, even! He didn’t let Sarah pamper me the way she wanted because he wanted to do it himself.
“I missed touching you like this, baby girl,” he said, his tongue going between my legs. “Mm, so fucking wet and sweet.”
My head rolled back.
“Hold those legs wide for me,” he said, putting his fingers between my legs. “Let me see your pussy clench as you come.” I arched my back and it wasn’t long before I started to come under the onslaught of his fingers, knowing his gaze was on me down there, seeing the heated expression on his face.
“Hard, baby. I need you. Now,” I demanded.
He stared at my pussy, and then his eyes locked with mine as he licked me, back to front, his tongue hooking and then twirling at my asshole for a split second.
Whoa.
He slurped against my clit and I shuddered with the sensation. My fingers found their way into his hair. I held him to me. He wasn't gonna go anywhere, I didn't care if there was a nuclear explosion. I was gonna keep his mouth against me.
“Gonna fuck you now. You want me to fuck you sweet or hard?” I let go of his head. But I didn’t want to.
He got into position and then pushed, hard. So hard. God, it was awesome.
“Yeah, milk it baby. Squeeze your pussy tight for me. Squeeze my cock.” His thumb went to my ass again.
His dirty-talk was on point tonight.
I squeezed and he put his mouth to my ear. He made an “Mm” sound that vibrated against my ear.
I heard a gust of noise through the baby monitor on Tommy’s side of the bed (He insisted on getting up to bring her in when she woke in the middle of the night. Sometimes, I could swear he just carried her in, even when she wasn’t crying).
The baby was awake. I guess we’d finish up later.
I pouted. He rolled and headed for the bathroom, washed his hands, and then headed to her bedroom.
He changed her and then I fed her.
After, we got back to “business”… finishing spectacularly.
Two Months After That
I had joined an online dating site for people who were kinky. I know it sounds crazy and dangerous but I’m not ready for a relationship, I can’t even think about something serious. Yet, I’ve been thinking a lot about sex. I’ve been thinking about the kind of sex that goes on at fetish clubs like Fete.
A few weeks after the drama with Mexico and the rape, I was doing a lot of soul-searching. The only man I had ever had sex with, unless you count the rape, which I don’t count as anything worth remembering, (it was a violation, not an act of love or passion) was my husband. He was my first. But I’m in my 20’s. I’m not going to not ever have sex again.
And as bad as things went at that sex club opening, things I saw there got me more than a little bit curious about the spicier side of sex. I loved my husband. I liked sex a lot. But he was all I’d had. I had nothing to compare that to.
I started out with this profile, using a picture my sister took of me for a girls’ night out a few months before Jim died. I looked pretty good, I’d just gotten back into my pre-baby jeans for the first time, and so we got all dolled up and went out to celebrate.
Luc might have actually gotten pregnant with Nicky that night. Anyway, I created a profile a few weeks after that drama and learned a few things:
1: Just because you see a hot profile picture doesn’t mean the guy actually looks like that. I was cat-fished repeatedly. I started looking up the photos on a reverse photo engine and saw that a lot of the super-hot guys were actual male models or movie stars. Too many are trying to use romance novel covers or snippets of Michael Stokes’ photos as their photo.