Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I smiled. “You know what I like.”
“I do,” he grunted and did it again. And again.
“Yes, that. Just like that, Alex.” My heels dug into his well-muscled ass as I bucked up, hungry and desperate for the orgasm that was just out of reach. “Please.”
“I do love it when you beg.” He pulled out—completely—and laughed when I whimpered in despair. Before I could tell him what I thought of his playful mood, he spun me around and lifted my ass high in the air. “So, so much,” he moaned, punctuating the words with a smack to my ass. “I love it when you pulse around me like that. You’re so fucking wet.”
My body trembled from his dirty words and the way he touched me. “Alex.” His fingers split around his cock and then down to my clit before I felt his thumb pushing against my back door. “Alex,” I whispered.
“It’d be a shame to let all this moisture go to waste.”
I laughed but it came out on a low moan as his cock and his thumb slid into me at the same time. The sensation was full to bursting but so pleasurable that I felt myself teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. “Fuck, yes.” I pushed back and took every last inch of his cock. “Yessss!”
He grunted and smacked my ass again with his free hand, still fucking both holes in a slow, drugging rhythm that pushed me closer and closer while never letting me fall. “I love it when your greedy pussy sucks me off.”
“So. Dirty.” Almost a year into our marriage and you’d think I would be used to his filthy mouth. I wasn’t. And it never failed to get me even hotter.
“You like it,” he accused and smacked me again. “I can feel how much you like it.”
“Nope. I love it.”
“I love you,” he grunted, pounding deeper and harder, his hips moved faster as his cock expanded, telling me he was close too.
“I love you,” I said back in a breathless voice. “Love the way you love me. The way you make me feel. The way you fuck me too.”
His hand on my hip tightened and he fucked me intensely, slamming into me in long, deep strokes that—finally—triggered my orgasm which was wild and explosive, a wildfire that threatened to destroy everything in its wake.
It consumed me completely. My hips moved on their own, still pushing back to take him as he pounded harder and deeper until his own orgasm roared out of him. I felt the heat of him as he filled me up and it served to prolong my own orgasm, or maybe it triggered another, I was so blissed out that I couldn’t be sure. “Alex,” I cried out as my legs quivered from exhaustion.
His hips slowed and his thumb continued to move, the sensation so wild and so pleasurable that my vision blurred. “That’s right, baby, ride it out. I’ve got you.”
The constant movement of his cock within me prolonged my pleasure until one last orgasm shot up my body and my thighs finally gave out. “Goodness, I think I’m dead. Am I dead?”
“I sure hope not,” he whispered in my ear, slowly extricating himself from my body and falling to the side, pulling me with him. “Because we’ve got ten days in Jamaica to spend together. All alone.”
I looked up, mussed hair interfering with my view of my husband’s smiling face. “Jamaica? For real?”
He nodded. “You said you always wanted to go.”
My heart slammed against my chest. “You remembered.” Each day Alex showed me in another way just how good and sweet he was, how much I meant to him.
“Of course I did. And I even planned some things for us to do outside the bedroom.”
My forehead fell against his chest. “SCUBA sex is still sex.”
“I hadn’t thought of that, but now I won’t be able to think of anything but that until we do it.”
Another laugh fell from my lips. “We’ll see.” I leaned forward and kissed him softly. “I love you, Alex Witter.”
“I love you more, Sasha Witter. The day you showed up on my doorstep was the best day of my fucking life.”
“How much longer until we land?” I was already on my knees and moving over his body.
“Couple hours, maybe. Why?”
“Because,” I nipped his ear. “You’ve had a long season. Worked hard. Now it’s time for me to be a good wife and take care of you.”
That’s exactly what I did for the rest of the flight.
After that flight, I knew I would never look at coconut pineapple margaritas the same ever again.
Chapter 33
Epilogue 2
Sasha ~ 2 years later
“Mommy!” Dixie rushed across the room with a wide smile on her face, her gait stilted but steady. She stopped in front of me and held out a cookie she’d pilfered from the table of goodies set up against one wall. “Cookie?”