Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” she moaned, riding her palm up and down the length of him, making him pulse. Making him grow impossibly thicker. “I know I’m being redundant at this point, but I need you to know you . . .”
He pressed her up against the wall, dragged her mouth into a frantic kiss. I’m kissing my woman. Thank God. “What?” he said, breaking for air. “You need me to know what?”
Her eyes were glassy, dazed. Needy. “You have the best dick,” she whispered. “I mean, I-I was thinking about it on the plane. During a business dinner. If you mass produced a mold of this thing, a lot of people would be less angry.”
“Nah, but it’s just yours, Natalie,” he rumbled, hiking up the hemline of her dress with rough hands, so turned on now he was almost in pain. If she kept talking about how much she loved his cock, he was going to nut right there in her hand. “You don’t really want to share it with anyone else,” he said in between kisses, his hips pumping, pushing his length in and out of her perfectly tight fist. “Do you, babe?”
He tugged her panties down, over her knees, letting them fall to her ankles.
“No,” she gasped, trembling. “Never.”
She looked vulnerable after the admission, so he made his own, something inside him demanding he match her step for step. Emotionally, physically. At all times. “I was preparing myself to live off memories of you for the rest of my life. It was going to kill me.” He knelt down in front of her, drawing her right knee up and settling the arch of her foot on his shoulder. “Can’t believe I get to live off you, instead. Can’t believe you’re letting me live.”
The tenderness in her eyes undid him to the point of dizziness. “There’s no letting here. You’re the best decision I’ve ever made.”
A gruff sound left August, his desperation to be joined with this woman growing to the point of pain. He wanted to lock himself to her emotionally, physically. Any manner available. She was his wife and she’d soaked herself in anticipation of his mouth, his cock. The sense of responsibility to deliver, to give her pleasure and heal both of their wounds, had August surging forward and kissing her mound. Traveling lower. Pushing apart her flesh gently with his tongue and finding that bud, greeting it carefully, then with more vigor as her moans increased in volume and her fingers ripped at the strands of his hair. “August.”
“I know,” he growled into the next lick. “I know you love that.”
He trailed the fingertips of his right hand up her left inner thigh, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. While she was struggling to breathe, he traced the seam of her pussy with his middle finger, then tucked it deep, all while flicking his tongue against her clit. And she just sort of melted back against the wall, her flesh clamping around his knuckle, begging for a second finger. So he gave it to her in one possessive shove, then kept his digits pumping in and out of her while he stood, taking her mouth from above in a starved kiss.
“Against the wall, yeah?” he panted. “Been thinking about that?”
“Yes. Because you’re so strong,” she blurted, immediately shaking her head. “I don’t know why I keep saying these things out loud.”
“Keep doing it.” He lifted her up and pinned her to the wall, pressing their foreheads together and looking her in the eye. “Never hide from me.”
“I won’t,” she breathed, lifting her knees and settling them on his hips. “I . . . can’t.”
Victory and elation and a million other emotions rocked August.
My wife. My wife.
He punched his hips upward and sank deep, groaning into the wall beside her head while she whimpered through her first orgasm. “Left you primed for that one, didn’t I? You love the way I tongue fuck it.”
“Yes.” She continued to gasp and squirm between him and the wall, her thighs shaking around his hips, those golden eyes latched onto his. “More. More of you.”
“As much as you need.” He hooked his arms beneath her knees and started to drive hard. Fast. “As much as I need, too. Going to have you upside down and backward tonight, then carry you all the way back to California where you belong. In our home. With your man.”
“Yes.” She hiccupped, her thighs pressing in tight around his ribs, crying out when he yanked them open wider and increased the pace of his thrusts, boosting her up the wall with each one, her tits bouncing in the neckline of her dress. “Oh my God, it’s so good.”
“Mine is good?” He bit down on the side of her neck. “Crossed the motherfucking country for this tight wife pussy.” The way she clenched at that admission, growing wetter, hotter, around his driving flesh, burned away the last of his leftover self-preservation. There was only her. She was all he needed to survive and the truth of that, his truth, came pouring out. “Fuck it, I’m obsessed with you. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t. Give me the orgasm. Give it to me, princess. Yours. Come on. I fucking need it.”