Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Let me get you out of the rain.” I cradle my love and make a mad dash out of the downpour.
Mariana laughs as I carry her through the house and upstairs to the room I usually stay in when I spend the night. As soon as the door closes, she giggles and says, “Talk about a kiss getting me all wet.”
“I bet it’s not the rain between your legs. I’ll make sure of it.” With a growl, I pounce on Mariana like a wild tiger ready to strike. I grab the back of the dress and tear it to shreds. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing a bra, so she stands in front of me with the tiniest of white lace panties and a pair of kitten heels.
“Luckily, Aria suggested a second gown because there was a chance of a storm.”
“Yes, the storm ruined it. I’ll stick with that story,” I grunt, lifting her off her feet and lay her on the bed. Standing, I undress and watch Mariana’s eyes focus on my ripped abs down to my rock-hard cock. Climbing onto the bed, I yank her legs apart. “I want to see how soaked you really are.”
Slowly, I kiss her lips and slither my way down her licking and biting my wife. I run my fingers over the wet lace, teasing her mound as she tenses and shivers. Her need only drives me more insane. Her pussy’s soaked and my tongue laps up her juices. “So fucking wet.”
Mariana moans and rocks her hips, rubbing her sweet slit in my face. “Only for you.”
“That’s right, my wife.” Pumping two fingers into her heat, I curl and flex each one to find her perfect spot until she comes undone. Her cries are only muffled by the pillow she brings to her face.
As I position myself between her thighs, I taste her lips and slam into her warmth in one fluid motion. We rock and grind, kissing wildly as sweat beads down my spine. I hold out until I take my angel face with me, watching her close her eyes and ride the wave. The roar that rips through my throat as I fill her with every last drop of cum could shake the roof. I’m sure there isn’t a soul in this house who didn’t hear me.
I pull out and lay on my side, staring at my beloved. “I live for you, Mariana.”
“I’m always yours, Nero.” Damn right she is. And if anyone tries to take her from me, I’ll destroy them. My temper builds just considering the possibility, so I hold her close for a little longer when she shouts. “We have guests waiting for us.” She sprints out of the bed, her round ass and perky big breasts jiggling, so I watch the show right in front of me with my hands behind my head. I love this woman.
We’re over an hour late to our own wedding reception, but I don’t think a soul minded. And I don’t give two fucks if they do. I’m happier than hell, forever with my Mariana at my side.
Epilogue
Nero
It's three months into our marriage, and I can't get enough of Mariana. She eases the stress of the day. Even though eighty percent of the organization is clean, it's hard work keeping it that way. I spend half my days in my offices at work, and the rest cleaning up little hiccups with the investment firm we operate.
Most of Mariana’s time is spent with the girls and the babies. The library is her baby, and she’s started to donate books as charity work that Aria assists with. However, most of her time is spent on her artwork. Aria’s even gotten Mariana to start drawing simple designs, and my woman is taking to it like a fish to water.
Most nights I get home late, and she heats up my dinner, sitting with me as I eat, and we talk about everything and anything. At least that's how it starts off, but by the end of the meal, I have her sprawled out, thanking her for the delicious food. With a little one on the way, it’s gonna be hard to get my dessert before she’s in bed, but I can’t wait.
It’s almost Christmas time, and I’m trying to find the best gift for my wife. I’m not sure what she wants because my angel face has everything and doesn’t want anything.
I’m tying my tie, preparing for a long day of business keeping me away from my woman.
“The library,” I mutter, thinking of something surrounding that for the holiday.
“What about the library?”
“Nothing, just thinking about your favorite hiding spot,” I lie. I want to surprise her with something special, but I have no other ideas.
“Hey, I can’t help that I fall asleep reading. The books are good, but the settee in there is so comfortable I just relax.”