Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“And you’ve lost too much weight.”
“Don’t! Take me back to the bedroom.” I didn’t want to talk about my lack of an appetite. I knew I’d lost weight. My pants now required a belt to keep them up. Yep, I had nearly flashed one group of three of my guards, but thankfully I’d felt them falling, and caught them.
I’d started to wear belts with my pants and skirts. The dresses were a little big, but I just buttoned them up to the neck, and again, no problem with flashing anyone anything I didn’t want them to see.
I didn’t expect Peter to listen, but we’re somehow back in the bedroom, and he’d gotten my jeans off, as well as my shirt. He was standing in a pair of black boxer briefs, I in my black lace lingerie. It was one of my favorite sets, even if it was a little bigger than usual.
“I’m going to fuck you, Niamh, and then I’m going to feed you.”
I felt a quake in my pussy, and I knew, deep down, there were a lot of women who would tell Peter to go fuck himself, that they would hate him for the rest of their lives, but I was not like most people.
Back in Pickle Quest, I fell in love with him. This was no excuse. He was going to leave with me. Again, no excuse. And we were going to have a baby. Now, I was married to him, and all the lies had been shown. Peter hadn’t gotten angry with me. He wasn’t even judging me.
Maybe hanging out with Ivan, knowing he had lost the love of his life, had put everything into perspective for me. One thing I couldn’t deny—I loved Peter. He was alive, and we were married.
Even though betrayal and lies had brought us together, we were still together. I didn’t want to lose him. It was strange the way I was feeling tonight, but I didn’t want to let Peter go.
Within seconds, Peter had my lingerie off. The bra was on the floor, but the panties hadn’t survived and were in pieces on the floor.
The moment his hands were on me, I failed to care about anything else, and just let myself feel. I put all the bad feelings to the back of my mind, and instead focused on what mattered—just the two of us.
However, as Peter wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, I felt the fabric of his boxers, and I needed them off. I pushed his hands off me, but immediately sunk down to my knees in front of him. I gripped the edge of his briefs, and then without hesitating, I pushed them down to the floor, releasing his rock-hard cock.
At first, I just stared up into his eyes, aware of his dick close to my face. It had been so long since I had tasted him. I’d asked for him back in Pickle Quest to show me how to please him in the same way he did me when he licked my pussy. He’d not disappointed.
Slowly, he glanced down his body, aware of his wounds, but then I went straight to his cock. The tip was already glistening with his pre-cum, and the foreskin had retracted as his erection had grown. I wrapped my fingers around the length of his dick, and then leaned forward, kissing just the tip.
“Oh, fuck!” He released a growl, almost a grunt, but I didn’t stop.
Taking his cock into my mouth, I made sure I didn’t use my teeth, and I sunk onto his length until he hit the back of my throat. Pulling back, I created a pace that had me sinking on his length, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth, and then pulling away.
My name spilled from his lips, and he reached out, taking hold of my hair, and then showed me exactly what he wanted me to do to his dick.
I sunk onto his length, tasting the pre-cum as it coated my tongue. I didn’t want to stop, but Peter had other ideas as he pulled away, but he didn’t leave me for long. He took me off my feet, and then pressed me forward until my legs hit the back of the bed, and then I sunk down.
“My turn,” he said.
I cried out as within seconds, his tongue was at my clit. He slid back and forth, circling the hardened bud. I didn’t think I was so close to an orgasm, but Peter was a master with his tongue, and with just a few strokes, I was already close to coming. I didn’t want him to stop. I felt needy. Desperate. I’d not felt this way before.
And as he took me over the edge, I didn’t think I was ever going to feel anything so wonderful again.