Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
My mood darkening, I set my wine down and stand up. Walking around the table, I pull Sara to her feet.
“What are you—” she begins, but I’m already kissing her, tasting the wine on her lips.
Her soft, plush lips that have been driving me to distraction all day.
I’ve been doing my best to act like a good husband, to do all the normal things with her instead of chaining her to my bed and fucking her all day long like my instincts demand. I’ve been calm and patient, letting her recover from last night, but I can’t do the civilized thing any longer.
I need her.
Right here.
Right now.
Her arms wind around my neck, her slender body arching against me as I bend her over my arm, unable to get enough of the taste and smell of her, of the feel of her delicate tongue stroking against my own. She’s fucking delicious, and my cock hardens, my heart thudding furiously in my ribcage as I clear the dishes from the table with one swipe of my arm, heedless of the mess I’m creating.
We need to get new dinnerware anyway.
She gasps as I stretch her out on the table and flip up the skirt of her sundress, exposing pale thighs and a pretty blue thong edged with lace. Unable to control myself, I tear off the scrap of silk and bury my head between her thighs, my tongue dipping hungrily between her folds, my lips closing around her clit on a hard, greedy suck as I drape her legs over my shoulders.
“Peter… Oh God, Peter…” Her hips lift off the table, her hands fisting tightly in my hair, and I feel like my cock will explode in my jeans at the taste of her, at the warm, feminine scent and the feel of her silky flesh under my tongue. I love everything about this, from the way her sharp little nails scratch my skull and her toned thighs squeeze my ears, to the gasping sounds tearing from her throat and the way her slick pussy quivers and contracts under my tongue.
This is paradise, fucking heaven, and I can’t believe I went without it—without her—for nine agonizing months.
Continuing to feast on her clit, I slip a finger inside and feel her inner walls clench around the intrusion as her hips lift and shimmy, wordlessly begging for more.
“Almost there… just a bit more,” I growl into her folds, stroking her from the inside, and as I find the bit of spongy tissue that signifies her G-spot, her whole body arches and she comes with a keening cry, her hands clenching spasmodically in my hair as her pussy pulses around my finger.
By now, my cock is threatening to explode inside my jeans, so I withdraw my finger and flip her over onto her stomach. Then I pull her toward me until she’s bent over the table, her dress bunched up around her waist, exposing the firm white globes of her ass and a pussy glistening with her wetness and my saliva. Unable to wait even a second longer, I unzip my jeans and push them down along with my briefs, freeing my aching cock.
“Ready?” I say hoarsely, leaning over her as I guide myself to her entrance, and her breath audibly hitches as I push in without waiting for a reply.
Inside, she’s velvety soft and slick, her tender flesh gripping me tightly, sheathing me so perfectly that my balls draw up against my body and a low groan escapes my throat as my fingers dig into her hips.
This is fucking madness, total and utter insanity. After our talk last night, we had sex two more times before falling asleep, and I shouldn’t be feeling like this, so desperately hungry for her that I’m on the verge of losing control. But I am that hungry. I’m ravenous for all things Sara. The need to possess her claws at my bones, the dark lust arcing up and down my spine. I feel it burning in my veins, incinerating me from the inside out.
She’s my addiction, and I can’t get enough.
Releasing her hips, I reach over and grab her elbows, pulling on them to make her arch her back before I slam into her harder, feeling her inner muscles clench around me as I start fucking her in earnest.
She cries out with every punishing thrust, her upper body lifted off the table by my grip on her elbows, and I feel the orgasm boiling up within me, the pleasure rising like a tidal wave. Groaning, I throw back my head, hammering into her faster, and her cries intensify, her pussy tightening around me as her whole body goes stiff. I feel her spasms begin, and then I’m there, my cock jerking in release as her wet flesh pulses around me, milking me, squeezing me until there’s nothing left.