Damaged Vows – A Fake Marriage Mafia Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Crime, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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“That’s where you’re wrong. There’s no limit, my wife. There’s absolutely no limit to how I feel for you and what I’ll give to you.”

This time, I step forward. I close the distance. And I stand on my toes to kiss him.

Chapter 43

Keely

He lowers me to the floor. His hands are all over my body, lips on my throat, fingers peeling my clothes off my trembling flesh. “This isn’t how I pictured this going,” I whisper as he pulls my shirt off.

I groan when he bites my lower lip. “I dreamed you’d see this was what you needed,” he says. “But sometimes hope can be a disaster.”

“Deep. Stop talking.”

He laughs, pinning me down on the floor, my back arching. The carpet’s thick, comfortable. His mouth sucks on my nipples, biting them as he teases my breasts, moving down and down, closer to that burning space between my legs. He licks, kisses, takes off my panties leaving me naked, dripping, excited, writhing for more.

But this time, after he licks me, sucks me, slides his fingers inside, instead of getting off, I push him away. His eyes flash in surprise, but I crawl at him, pushing him back, taking off his clothes.

We go slow. He stares into my eyes until we’re both naked. His cock’s thick and hard, pressing against me, and I grind down his shaft. He groans his pleasure, kissing my lips.

“I want this,” I whisper. “I want you inside of me. I want you so badly, it’s been killing me.”

“I knew you couldn’t hold yourself back for long, my wife.” He murmurs his words, his tone thick.

I shove him back, grinning, as I shimmy myself into position, taking his cock into my mouth.

His groans are electric. I suck his cock, swirling my tongue around his tip. He fucks my face, pushing me down deeper, then pulls me back and kisses me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls. “Burying myself into your throat is heaven.”

“Then don’t stop.” I go back down, sucking him faster, pulsing. He reaches forward and teases my pussy as his cock buries in my throat. I’m moaning, gagging, sucking, spit sliding down his shaft until I pull back, gasping for air.

He pulls me into his lap and I slide back, taking his shaft, back arching.

I’m filled to the brim. I gasp, shivering, as bliss slams into my head. We grind together, moving in a slow and perfect rhythm, fucking and groaning, his mouth on my body, his hands on my ass like he can’t help himself. Over and over like that, so slick, so perfect, and I can barely take it. When I try to pull back, he grabs my hips, pins me down.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispers, fucking me, moving my hips with his strong hands. “I want you to come.”

“Nolan,” I moan. “I don’t want this to be over.”

“Who said anything about it being over? Come for me, my love.”

I gasp at that word love and grind my hips, back and forth, moving into him as his cock slides in and out, and finally it hits me, the orgasm I’ve been trying to deny myself this whole time. I come, moaning into his mouth, trembling into his arms, his fingers digging into my ass. I come into bliss, into heaven, and slowly as I finish, he lowers me down, staring into my eyes.

“Okay, you may go,” I say, grinning. “Thank you for the orgasm.”

“Oh, you dirty girl.” He turns me over, pinning me on my belly, and spanks my ass hard. “You’re begging for this, aren’t you?”

“Fuck, god, maybe,” I moan as his fingers slide into my sensitive pussy. He spanks me again, again, again, pain mingling with pleasure, and soon I feel the heat again, the dripping bliss. He pulls me up, onto my hands and knees, his cock pressed against my slit.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls, pulling my hair.

“Ah, fuck,” I gasp. “You need to earn that first.”

“Say it, wife, or I will deny you the second orgasm you desperately crave.”

“I assume that also means the third as well.”

“And the fourth. Say you’re mine.”

I look back over my shoulder, on my hands and knees, legs spread, pussy dripping. “I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

He fucks me like an animal. He fucks me like he craves me, like he’s a monster and I’m his prey. He fucks me the way I’ve always needed. I get that second orgasm, the third, the fourth. He comes in my mouth, he makes me sweat. And when I finally look up from him, the sun’s down, and we’re alone our house.

I lie on his chest, breathing hard. He strokes my hair, breathing my smell, stretched out on the carpet.

“I miss the bed,” I say, stretching. My knees ache, my back hurts. And there’s a pleasant thrumming between my legs. “Pretty sure my ass is going to be bruised.”


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