Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“But it hurts so good.” What a siren. She whispered the words seductively in my ear before taking a nip. Before I could stop her, she lifted and sat herself on my cock, taking me all the way in until her ass met my thighs.
“I told you-you little fool.” I grabbed her hips to lift her off when tears filled her eyes but she shook her head and with her lip caught between her teeth in concentration, started to move on my cock.
I wanted to stop her, I was supposed to be taking care of her. But the lure of her pink nipples proved too much and instead of calling a halt, I lifted my head and sucked her tit into my mouth.
She moved faster, harder as soft cries left her lips. Her hands wrapped around my head as she held me closer and fucked herself on my cock, ignoring the pain I was sure I was causing her.
I wanted to finish in her quick so she didn’t hurt herself, so I took the reins. I lifted her off my cock and threw her to her knees before driving my cock back into her. This had fast become my favorite way to take her.
She came on the first stroke and tore at the sheets while I slammed my hard cock into her, butting against her cervix until it opened to accept my seed. “I’m cumming, fuck.” Will I always feel like I’m dying when I empty my seed inside her? The most pleasurable death.
I came hard, riding out my release as she shook and moaned beneath me. When my head cleared I was crushing her beneath me and we were both fighting for our next breath.
She’d foregone a honeymoon because she claimed there was too much to do. What she meant was she couldn’t drag herself away from the papers in the vault. I was fine with whatever made her happy and she was very happy with her new pastime.
In the following days I watched her blossom. She was free to roam her new home to her heart’s content now without fear of being reprimanded. I only had to remind her once that it was her home and she didn’t need my permission to go wherever she chose.
She always had stories of some new wonder she’d found, things I hadn’t seen in years if ever. I started to see my home through new eyes and grew to appreciate it more. I implored her to make it her home, change whatever pleased her, and soon it had become our own little haven.
We spent every free moment in our bed in the suite I’d had redone to please her. It was redone in a seventeenth century style with antiques that had been hidden away in the attic for years. I knew she would like that and she did.
I instructed the new gardener to pick a fresh bouquet of roses from the gardens every morning for her bedside table, and make sure every room had at least one vase overflowing with her favorite blooms.
When we weren’t wrapped up in each other we could be found down by the lake frolicking like two wayward kids. Her laughter had become as dear to me as my own breath. Each day I did what was needed to make sure nothing and no one touched her, and so far we were safe.
Helen had married a month after us in some secret ceremony to her college sweetheart, surprise-surprise. At least she was one last worry for me. Lucia meanwhile enraptured my heart more and more as the days go by.
She was like a child, free from all care. I hadn’t seen any evidence of her being after my wealth as my mother had once intimated. Far from it, she sought only my happiness. And that as always, was with her. When she wasn’t being a pain in the ass that is.
I threatened to get rid of the birds if she didn’t stop trying to catch them, seriously worried that they’d hurt her. She had no idea how fractious swans can be, nasty little shits. But she just laughed it off and carried on.
Then we found out she was carrying my child and I curtailed all her activity until she threatened to brain me with something. Wild as always, she did as she pleased, and it was left to me to keep a watchful eye on her.
18
“And what is it that you think you’re doing Lucia?” I gritted my teeth so that I didn’t scare her with my anger. I’d gone in search of her only to find her in the library, ten feet off the ground on a damn ladder.
She turned and looked down at me with a smile, and I was reminded of that day long ago when I’d found her much the same way. “Oh you’re back.”