Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Ariel lifts her feet and places them on my shoulders as I devour her sweet pussy. “Oh. Right there.” Her silky walls begin to tremble around my fingers as she comes all over my face.
“I want another one,” I tell her and nibble on her clit.
“Then fuck me.” Ariel has turned into a very demanding wife, and I absolutely love giving her everything she desires.
I stand and rip away my pants before lining my hard cock up with her tight opening. We both shiver as I drive all the way forward in one thrust.
“Hold on, little siren.” I wrap my hands around her curvy hips and hold tight as I thrust into her sweet, warm pussy over and over again. The desk groans under us, and I’m pretty sure all the workers can hear her cries over the music playing in the bar, but I don’t give a fuck.
My wife’s tight pussy strangles the hell out of my cock as I thunder into her. “I’m about to come,” I’m not going to resist much longer. As I thrust faster, Ariel digs her nails into my forearms and arches her back.
“Me, too,” she cries out as her silky walls tremble around my erection. Groaning her name, I come hard and shoot my cum deep into her pussy.
Intense pleasure shoots through me, and I use my last ounce of strength to keep my knees from giving out. I hate to separate our bodies, but I don’t want anyone to come looking and find us fucking on the goddamn desk.
I slide my cock from her sweet pussy before sitting back in my chair. Ariel doesn’t resist when I pull her onto my lap. She runs her finger in circles on my chest while our heartbeats return to normal and our breathing slows. “I love you, Siren.”
My curvy little siren stretches and then winces. Fear cuts through me, and I almost lose my mind at the thought of hurting her.
“Are you okay?” Fear overtakes my voice.
“I’m fine.” Ariel frowns. “I’m just stiff from sleeping on that rock-hard mattress you bought.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I set her on the edge of my desk and start pulling back on my clothes. I can’t believe this is the first time she’s telling me that the mattress is uncomfortable.
After we got married in a quicky ceremony at Dante’s estate, I bought a property not far from town. Rafe Soracco, a local architect who happens to be one of Jude Despora’s MC brothers, made room in his busy schedule to design our home. We finally agreed on a floor plan last week, and construction should start within a few weeks. Until then, we’re staying in the small two-bedroom house that came on our property. We’re planning to buy new furniture once the house is ready, but we needed a new bed now. So, I took my wife to the best furniture store in Silver Spoon Falls and bought an expensive fucking mattress and bedroom set.
“Because you were so excited to buy it. I didn’t have the heart to tell you I hate it.” Ariel’s bottom lip quivers, which brings me to my knees every fucking time. “And pregnancy hormones are making me nuts.”
“I love you and your pregnancy hormones.” I pull her close. “We’ll replace the bed as soon as we can find something you like.” I’d sell my soul to make her happy.
“No rush.” Her sudden reversal causes me to get dizzy. “It might just be the hormones making me crazy.”
“I love your craziness.” I pull her close once we finish dressing. “And the reason for it.” I rub my hand over her slightly swollen tummy and feel my child moving around. Life just doesn’t get any better than this.
Epilogue Two
ARIEL
We set out to buy a new mattress to replace the one that feels like a freaking cinderblock when I start having trouble sleeping. I tried to deal with the other one, but I finally realized it isn’t my pregnancy hormones making it so uncomfortable. The dumb thing is harder than my husband’s head, which is saying a lot.
“If it’s too soft, you won’t sleep well.” Bruno rubs my quickly expanding belly and argues as I try to convince him to buy the fluffy pillowtop mattress. “And the little one won’t sleep.” The mattress he wants is just as hard as our other one.
My pregnancy hormones kick in and supply me with an argument. “Your child doesn’t like to sleep anyway,” I grumble halfheartedly. I love staying up late, feeling the baby doing somersaults in my belly. “And I can’t sleep on that hard brick we have now.”
“Do you have something that will satisfy both of us?” Bruno turns to the salesman, looking for backup.
“We have an adjustable mattress.” The middle-aged salesman happily leads us over to the most expensive mattress in the store. “Each of you can adjust it to the pressure setting that’s comfortable.”