Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“You have such a tight pussy,” he praises.
His two fingers are soon followed by a third, as he pumps in and out of me, demanding my passion. Crying out as he stretches me wide, I know it’s required so I can comfortably take the size of his dick. It’s his silent way of warning me of what’s coming. It’s as if I can read his sinful and dirty thoughts.
It’s been so long since we’ve last had sex that he’s preparing my born-again virgin pussy to accept him.
With my thighs spread wide, I can do nothing more than allow the climax to build. And when he removes his slick fingers and presses one into my anus without warning, the orgasm rocks my body at an intensity that has me screaming out. Submission explodes through my body like the crack of a leather whip. Moaning, I press against his hand, driving his finger deeper into my forbidden channel, his touch entrenched within me as I melt against him. I like his finger inside of my ass and have no shame in admitting that I do.
Why have we never done this before?
It’s so fucking good.
We should have done this before.
With one hand buried in the taboo place, he places the palm of his other hand on my still needy pussy, continuing on with the finger fucking. One, two, three. I finally free my mind and allow another orgasm to build. My breath catches in my throat as I hold back a cry of erotic yearning and years of need. I can’t focus, lost in a haze of ecstasy. Pleasure and a biting pain from the stretch weave themselves together, escalating until I cry out my husband’s name.
“Apollo, Apollo…”
He cups his hand over my pussy, using it to adjust my body until I am tucked snugly into his arms. Unconsciously, I nuzzle my face against the warmth of his neck, and my body melts against him. The feelings, the emotions… Nothing can describe them other than being safe and cherished.
He has handled me his way, and I have allowed it. What I didn’t expect is this aftermath. I didn’t expect to enjoy his warm and soothing touch after the orgasm. We’ve never been the cuddle type. But that’s exactly what we’re doing now.
He slips his hand around my waist, lowering me to the rug-covered floor below. Fingers laced, thighs rubbing against thighs, my breasts mold into his torso, the clothing between us begging to be ripped off. Not wasting another moment, Apollo frees his hard cock from its restraints. He kneels before my face and places his thick shaft to my lips. I look up and into his eyes.
No words needed to be said.
I open up my mouth and allow his cock to lie against my tongue. My instinct is to pleasure him. Nothing impedes how badly I want to make him groan out my name. Watching bliss blanket his face fills me with a purpose I did not know existed, and I wonder why this is the first time I experienced this sensation in my lifetime.
As I hungrily suck his ready dick, I fully submit to a man who demands it. Up and down, I move my mouth until I am rewarded by my name escaping his lips in the most passionate of ways. My name never sounded as good as it does the moment it slips from his mouth.
I add my hand and pump his cock while licking all around it. His body shakes and tenses, and he pulls me away as he takes a deep breath.
“We didn’t kiss before we went to bed. A husband and wife should kiss every day. Every night,” he says, his gaze dipping to my mouth. “It’s another new rule. I don’t want it broken.”
Reflexively, I moisten my lips, slipping my tongue across my mouth, waiting for his to make contact. Slowly, we kiss, soft, romantic, and pure. He slides his hand to my pussy, driving my thirst for sex to a whole new level. I’m driven to the edge, wanting desperately to beg him for more.
“Please, Apollo. I need you.”
I guide my hands up under his shirt, releasing a long sigh when they run along the defined muscles of his body. The mature years of his life have been good to him, very, very good. He’s always had the most amazing body. Knowing he’s still bruised and battered from the accident, I’m careful as I softly caress him, avoiding the bandages that remain.
While my fingers go to work releasing the buttons of his nightshirt, he nibbles on my ear, my neck, driving my need even higher. In a hungered blur, I pull off clothing that gets in the way, followed by him doing the same.
Apollo cups my face and plants a slow, deep kiss on my lips. His mouth blazes a path from my mouth back to the side of my neck. I let a sensual moan escape my lips, hoping to encourage him to keep going.