Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“In you go.” His hand goes to my back, guiding me into the shower.
“How come I’m naked and you’re not?”
“You want me naked?” That smirk returns to his lips. I don’t know if I want to smack it or kiss it. What is wrong with me?
“No!” I say quickly. He grabs the soap. “Hey!” I protest when he starts to wash me. “You said that you don’t force women.”
“I’m not forcing myself on you. I’m taking care of my wife. I want their blood off you.” His hands roam my body. The warm water runs down on me. I find myself leaning into him as I relax. His fingers rub circles into my muscles, soothing me in a way that no one ever has.
“Antonio,” I whisper when his hands brush across my breasts. I realize I’ve lain my head on his chest. I tell myself to push back, but I don’t want to move.
“Yes?” His hand slips down my stomach.
“I don’t know what I was going to say.”
His hand cups my sex. I let out a small gasp.
“I think you want your husband to pleasure you.”
“What does that mean?” Is he saying sex? In the shower?
“I’m going to make you come.” His fingers slide through the folds of my sex. He strokes my clit.
“Oh.” I puff out a breath at the sensation. It feels so good.
“You ever touched yourself, angel?”
“No,” I admit. I never wanted to. My whole life I’ve dreaded what was to come when it came to sex. I did everything in my power to keep those thoughts from my mind. Antonio lets out a low groan of approval at my answer.
“I don’t understand it.” I drop my head back finally. “Men go to mistresses to have the sex they really want. A woman with experience. A wife is only for carrying your children and taking care of the home. Why does my lack of knowledge turn you on?”
“Everything about you turns me on, angel. I’ve been hard since I lifted your veil.” He thrust against me, his cock pressing into me. “But I want to hear you come. To be the first to show you pleasure.”
He presses more firmly against my clit as he claims my mouth. I cry out as the orgasm explodes through my body. My knees buckle, but I don’t fall. Antonio keeps me pressed firmly against him. His mouth never leaves mine as I writhe against him. He’s greedy, claiming every moan that leaves my lips for himself.
7
ANTONIO
She sighs as I pull her from the shower, her hands going to cover herself.
“I licked my fingers clean, angel. I know what you taste like. You don’t have to be shy.” I wrap her in a fluffy white towel.
“I’m not shy.” She kicks her chin up.
“Right.” I give her a sly grin as I towel myself dry, my cock pressing against the wet fabric of my boxer briefs and aching to be touched.
Her eyes go right to it, then she looks away quickly.
“You can look all you want, angel. This belongs to you.” I reach inside the waistband and grip myself, grunting at the pressure. But I don’t stroke it. I’m not going to do a damn thing until she says she wants it. I want her begging me to fuck her, to come in her pretty pussy. Fuck, the thought of it makes my blood boil hotter than ever.
She turns and looks around at the bathroom and bedroom. “If I play my cards right, pretty soon, all this will be mine.”
I stride up behind her and drop a kiss on her shoulder. “It already is.”
She gasps.
“What?”
“I thought I just saw a–I did!” She rushes into the bedroom, then drops to her knees beside the bed.
I didn’t think I’d get this sort of treatment on our first night, but I’m not complaining. “You want to su–”
“There’s a cat!” she squeals. “Oh, sorry.” Her voice quiets. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I look down at my cock and shake my head. “No relief tonight,” I murmur and strip them away, then grab a fresh pair, pulling them on and tucking myself inside as best I can. “That’s Diablo. He’s a stray that decided this was his house, despite me kicking him out of here plenty of times.”
I drop beside Angelica and hold out my hand.
He eases out and presses his scarred nose and puffy cheek against my hand. “Hey, boy.”
“He loves you.” She smiles as Diablo sniffs her, then moves closer and sits, ready for petting.
“He’s a bulldozer. He just keeps rolling over you until you agree to his terms.”
“He’s smart.” She scratches his chubby cheeks then the top of his head. “He saw a good home and took it.”
“He’s definitely spoiled. The guys slip him extra canned food when I’m not around, and Gilly buys him a new toy every chance he gets.” I lean down and pluck a giant catnip-stuffed fuzzy carrot from under the bed. “Like this.”