Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“I can’t believe you!” she hisses, sitting up, her hazel eyes glassy from her orgasm.
“You can’t believe what?” I argue. “That I would bring my A game when the stakes were that fucking high?” I crawl back over her, pushing gently on her chest so she’s on her back once again. “What’s your name, baby?”
She purses her lips together, refusing to give me what I want. It doesn’t surprise me since my woman is a sore loser. I part her legs with one hand while I use the other to hold myself up, and then I guide my hard length into her hole. Her eyes roll back, and she moans softly.
Once I’m all the way in, I pull back out, and her eyes pop back open.
“What are you doing?” she breathes. “Fuck me.”
“What’s your name?”
“Serious—”
I thrust back into her, and she moans louder.
When I pull back out, she glares.
“C’mon, Red. All you gotta do is tell me your name, and I’ll gladly make you come again.”
Instead of entering her, I grip my shaft and stroke it up and down her sensitive clit, watching as she tries to win this battle. With her soaking wet, it creates the perfect amount of friction, and just before she’s about to come for the second time, I break our contact, leaving her hanging.
“No!” she whines. “Please. I was so close.”
“Just say the words, baby.”
I lean over and press my lips to the corner of her mouth, and she grumbles under her breath. And then I kiss my way down her chest and pull one of her taut nipples into my mouth. I suck on it for several seconds, working her up. When her legs squeeze around me, I release her nipple.
“Okay! Okay!” she cries. “My name is Anastasia Parker. Now, please fuck—”
Before she can finish her sentence, I’m thrusting into her and giving her exactly what she wants.
Her legs wrap around me, and her arms snake around my neck, so we’re connected in the most intimate way. She pulls my face to hers and kisses me with the same passion that I make love to her with as my wife for the first time.
She finds her release first and takes me with her, and as I come inside her perfect cunt, I whisper, “I love you,” not expecting her to say anything back, but needing her to know how I feel.
But as we both take a moment to catch our breaths, my cock still inside her and her arms still wrapped around my neck, I’m shocked when she looks me in the eyes and says the words back. “I love you, Julian, and I’d be honored to be Mrs. Parker.”
And just like that, I fall for my wife even harder.
Anastasia
I’m Mrs. Anastasia Parker.
One minute, I was wrongly accusing Julian of cheating, and the next, we were saying, “I do,” in a quaint chapel just off the Strip, where we promised to love and honor each other for better or worse, until death do us part.
And then for the rest of the night, Julian and I made love to each other. I couldn’t even tell you how many times I orgasmed or when we fell asleep, but judging by the way we’re both naked, with Julian’s body wrapped around mine and the area between my legs still sticky, I’d guess we passed out from exhaustion.
Not wanting to wake him up, I carefully remove his arms and slide out of the bed so I can shower and get cleaned up. Hopefully, I don’t end up with an infection from falling asleep with his cum inside me. A glance at the clock tells me it’s only been a few hours, so I should be okay.
As I stand under the water, with my eyes closed, breathing in the hot air, my memory floods back to the event from yesterday. I was so hurt at the thought of Julian allowing another woman to touch him and at the possibility that he did more with her.
I’m new to this whole committed-relationship thing, but he didn’t get upset or annoyed. He didn’t judge me for not being good at any of this. He handled it so well, with patience and understanding. And it was what made me finally admit to myself that I’d fallen in love with him.
The way we’d started was a bit complicated, but being with him—loving him and being loved by him—is easy. He was right. I was trying to complicate shit because I was scared. But I’m ready to be with him for real.
My thoughts skip forward to returning home, and I try to imagine what it will be like, being married to Julian. He’ll definitely want me to move all of my stuff into his room. He already hates that I’ve left my clothes in his guest room despite sleeping in the same bed with him every night.