Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
I watch from the edge of the sliding doors, taking in the kids having a blast by the pool. Esteban, our oldest, tosses the football to his brother Jorge while Sebastian goes to tackle him into the water. On the edge of the pool is our daughter Amelia who giggles when the ball flies out of her brother’s hands.
They roughhouse and then begin again. Sebastian’s deep chuckle sends shivers of desire through me, letting out the slightest moan. Suddenly he stops and excuses himself. “Wait here, kids. Keep an eye on your sister.” He jumps out of the pool, sleek body glistening with water. My mouth salivates as I watch his muscles flex with every motion. Panting, I fist the hem of my sarong and watch, unaware I’ve been spotted. Dark eyes meet mine, a smile spreading slowly across his face as he grabs his towel. Never once do his eyes leave mine as he dries off his chiseled chest and ripped arms.
Heaven help me, I’ve been caught in the sights of the Devil, and he has no intention of ever letting me go. Inch by inch, he moves closer to the back door, getting a better view of me in my latest bikini.
Returning his smile, I drop the sarong and let him see what I’m wearing. Like I expected, a low feral growl comes from him, and I know I have seconds before he’s on me. Giddy as ever, I make a dash for it, heading into his office because it’s one of my favorite places to get caught.
I slide into his chair and kick my feet onto his desk like I own this, and when he walks in, I can see that I’m in trouble.
“Dulce, what are you doing in my office?” he asks, brow raised and lips twisted with dark intent.
“Nothing…”
“Stand up, mi amor.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to.” Fuck, pussy soaked. “Up now.” I slide my feet off the expensive wooden desk, making sure to part my legs in the process. His cock jerks in those awful floral trunks I picked out for him. Of course, I made him wear them because I’m a possessive wife, and I expected it to detract from his sexy form, but it doesn’t.
“What did I do wrong, my darling, sweet husband?”
“Don’t try to get cute and innocent with me, mi dulce. You are the bride of the devil, my thirst quenching, lustful temptation, and you’ve outdone yourself this time. What is this?” He grabs the sarong, tugging it free from my body, revealing a sexy red bikini that just covers my ass. Still, my breasts are pushed up, practically spilling out.
“This isn’t acceptable, wife.”
“Why? It’s covering everything.”
“See what you’re doing to me?” His cock tents the shorts, stretching them enough to tear the seams. I smile and lick my lips, nodding as I admire my handiwork. “You do, and you did it on purpose, my wicked little wife. Drop to your knees since you feel so hungry.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I pout, waiting for him to take it by force. Heart pounding and thighs shaking, I don’t have to wait long because he knows what I crave.
He closes the distance between us, crowding me, so my ass hits the edge of his desk. With a quick squeeze, he has my hair in his hands, fisting it and tilting my head up to look into his eyes. “Then you’re a little liar, mi dulce.”
I continue to pout as I drop to my knees, knowing he will fuck my mouth dirty. My arousal’s so painful that I’m sure it won’t take long until I’m coming all over his office rug, which he had placed after my first blowjob so I wouldn’t hurt my knees.
He pulls down his swim trunks and frees his cock, letting it bob in front of me before he commands me to “Open.”
I shake my head, attempting to resist and earning a growl in the process. Sebastian grips my cheeks and glares down at me with a dark, twisted look in his eyes that drives me insane. “I said open.”