Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Don’t ever keep secrets from me,” I growl against her ear as I take her hard.
“Yes, Rico.” I love when she calls me Rico. It’s rare and so worth it. That means I’ve hit the fucking spot she’s needs, the hunger she’s been craving. I pinch her clit and drive into her hole over and over until were both shouting into the watery spray.
“You’re a very bad girl.” I fill her tight pussy with so much cum that it’s going to be dripping out of her all night long.
“You made me this way.”
“Little liar.” She giggles. “You were feisty from the moment I met you.”
“Except this time, I play nice with your balls.”
“Yes, you do.” I groan when she reaches down and rubs them so gently.
“Don’t think this is over. I have the next couple of days of to punish you.” I bite down on her shoulder and she lets out a moan. Who the fuck am I kidding? This will never be a punishment.
“I love you, January and this crazy family you’ve given me.” Luckily, we only have one damn terror. The other two are pretty easy. Hopefully, they stay that way.
January
Ten years, and I stare at my husband in the middle of a family barbeque, hoping that he still finds me as interesting and attractive as I find him. The years have only made him hotter. I stopped being adventurous or daring after our last baby five years ago.
“What’s wrong?” June asks, coming up to me holding her new kitten.
“Nothing,” I mutter, sounding so damn unconvincing even to myself.
She purses her lips and shakes her head. “BS. Don’t let Enrico see that look. He’s not going to be pleased.”
“He doesn’t even notice me anymore,” I mutter. He’s spent half the party away from me. Yes, he’s been playing with our kids and talking to Dario, but it’s like I’m not even here.
“Girl, are you serious? Is something going on?” Honestly, I can’t say. It’s not like he doesn’t make love to me, but I wonder if the family life is too much, or should I say I’m not enough anymore.
“I think I’m going to be a reporter again,” I blurt out as I bend down to pet the kitten.
“Are you trying to get tied up again?” She giggles. “I mean, it’s a lot of fun, but he’s probably going to go apeshit with men all around you all the time.”
“What the fuck do you mean men around all the time?” Enrico’s rich, deep voice growls darkly behind me. Uh-oh where the hell did he come from? I was just watching him from a distance.
Stiffening my shoulders, I turn around and face the handsome man I married a long time ago and say, “If you must know… I’m thinking of going back to reporting.”
His face hardens and then he looks at June. “June, if you will excuse us and keep an eye on the kids for us?”
“Sure, no problem.”
Enrico grips my hands and with quick movements, they’re behind my back and my face is pressed against the rough exterior near the pool house. “If I must know?” he growls against the shell of my ear. “Who the fuck do you think I am? Since when do you think I don’t give a damn what you’re up to?”
“Why would you care? I’m older and plain, and….”
His hand comes down on my ass before I get to finish my next words. “Do you want to repeat that for me? I don’t believe I heard that shit correctly.”
“Enrico,” I plead.
“Don’t ‘Enrico’ me. No. You are so going to fucking get punished for that nonsense, wife.” He frees himself from his shorts, pulling my sundress up, and thrusts into me from behind, finding his home deep in one stroke.
“You are mine, January Barone. No one else’s and your place is at my motherfucking side, always.” He deepens his penetration, shaking as he takes me violently, giving no fucks to who is around.
We fuck hard and fast against the wall with his hands roughly pinching and gripping my breasts, plucking my nipples. I’m unable to fight off my orgasm for long, and I bite my tongue to stop from screaming loudly as I come. His mouth latches onto my shoulder, biting down like a wild animal fighting his own roar.
“Fuck, January. I’m not going to lose you.” He groans, spilling himself inside me. I freeze, wondering what that’s about, stiffening in my spot.
“Lose me?” I push back, forcing him to move out of me and then turn around as he adjusts his pants. Gripping his cheeks, I stare at the man I’m madly in love with. “I don’t know what’s wrong with us.”
“I didn’t know anything was wrong with us.” He stares at me so confused. “I’m sorry, my love. Please tell me what I did wrong.”