Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
“Yes, you did. You royally fucked up.”
He gripped the back of her neck and drew her close to him. He slammed his lips down on hers, sliding his tongue across her bottom lip. At some point, she must have brushed her teeth, as she tasted like peppermint.
“I’m angry with you.”
“Then be angry. I don’t care, but you’re not pushing me away.” He kissed her hard and pressed her up against the wall.
At first, she was tense in his arms, completely unforgiving until she relented, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her and groaned as he kissed her. Her wet pussy touched his cock as she circled his waist with her legs.
Cupping her thigh, he slid a hand up to cup her generous ass cheek. So fucking sexy and hot. He wanted to fuck her harder than ever before.
Jenny was the one to reach down for his cock, to align him to her entrance, and he helped her to slowly sink onto his dick. They both cried out and he nipped at her bottom lip.
“You can be pissed at me all you want, but this, this is who we are. Don’t ever go out like that again.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. If you’re not here, you’re not going to be able to stop me.”
“Is that a threat?” he asked.
“No, I can guarantee it’s no threat. I’m just telling you how it’s going to be.”
Her tight heat surrounded him. She closed her eyes, arching her back, and he took the offering of her tits, sucking on the hard nipples.
Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of his wife.
****
Jenny didn’t expect to be so wet, but one touch from Liam, and she was ready for him. She wanted him more than anything else, craved him.
He was everything, even if she was a little pissed at him.
As he drove inside her, she reached down to stroke her clit.
“Fuck, baby, yeah, touch your pussy. Stroke it. Make yourself all nice and wet for me.”
Up against the corner of the shower, Liam fucked her. His thrusts pounded inside her, taking over completely.
She moaned his name as he bit down on her nipples, taking his time on each before using his tongue to tease her even more.
“Come for me. Let me feel you, Jenny. I want it all. Come all over my cock.”
Jenny came hard and Liam fucked her even harder, making her take all of him. She loved the feel of him. The thickness, the length, and she took all of him with relish. Finally, when he came, spilling his cum deep within her, she lay in his arms, spent. The last of her energy completely taken out of her.
He stroked her head. “I’ve got you.”
She didn’t need to question what he meant as he pulled out of her.
Liam held her close beneath the spray of the water, and he took care of her. He took his time, washing her body, her hair, caring for her.
Once he finished, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel. All this time, he didn’t let her go.
It was the first time in her life she felt truly … loved.
No, that couldn’t be right. She’d been loved growing up, but not like this. Liam cared about her. The way he touched her. The tenderness, it meant so much to her.
He dried her body, paying attention to her more than anyone else had. Then he pulled her close, pressing his face against her neck and breathing her in. She closed her eyes.
She released a scream as he suddenly picked her up within his arms and carried her back through to the bedroom. He pulled back the covers and lowered her under them.
“Stay here,” he said.
Jenny nodded. It wasn’t like she had the energy to go elsewhere.
She pulled the covers over her body, feeling the cold seeping into her bones. She didn’t entirely know what had happened tonight, and the truth was it scared her. Something big and bad was at that burning site. She didn’t understand the girl’s presence as she seemed just as frightened.
Her grandmother hadn’t come back.
“I know it’s not much, but it’s something,” Liam said, returning with a tray. She smiled as the microwavable meal of pasta with a couple of slices of bread warmed her heart.
“Thank you,” she said.
He left her alone, only to return with a tray for himself.
She expected him to sit beside her, but he took the spot opposite her, his tray balancing across his lap. His gaze stayed focused on her.
“Do you want to start by telling me why my men are afraid of you?” he asked.
“You saw that?”
“They’re supposed to be deadly men. The best kind to protect you, and yet you have them quaking in their boots. Why?”
She smiled. “Let’s just say I shared all of the name-calling from my youth, as well as the gossip of our upper elite, and told a few lies.” She shrugged. “It wasn’t hard to do. So many people don’t understand me. They think I’m some kind of witch. Years ago, they probably would have had me burned at the stake.” She sighed, taking a bite of pasta. The food wasn’t great, but it was something to eat.