Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“I’m trying to make that up to you. If you’d just let me get you in the shower.”
“How can you make up the fact that I lied to you and you hate me?” she sighs, but she lets me undo her pants and slide those and her panties down her body. I kiss her legs as I go, loving the taste of her skin, even when she’s mad.
“I don’t have rose petals, but I’m willing to try the romance part,” I tell her, and I let my hand span her hips, bringing her body close to my face and kissing her stomach.
“You heard me?” she says, barely loud enough to be heard.
“I heard you and took notes,” I tell her.
“Notes?”
“Romance. Five star hotels—”
“I didn’t—”
“Or even three, which is probably more likely here, but someday soon I’ll take you into Juneau for a relaxing vacation.”
“You will?”
“Turn around for me, Carly,” I tell her, still smiling at the shell-shocked look on her face. Surprisingly, she does it and I unlatch her bra. She catches it and holds it to her body and I smile at the action. I’ve loved every inch of this body and yet she’s still shy with me. I wonder if she’ll be like that even after we have kids.
A vision of Carly, pregnant, her stomach tight with our child, comes to my mind and I find I definitely want that.
“I don’t have rose petals,” I tell her, letting my hand move down her back, stroking her skin gently. “I’m not sure on the chocolate, but I do have wine,” I tell her, my hands going to cup her ass. I kiss it gently, kneading the tender skin with my teeth and nipping it. I pull away to see the pink indention on the skin in the shape of my teeth and it goes straight to my cock.
“You don’t want me here.”
“I do,” I tell her, sliding my fingers between the cheeks of her ass. “I definitely want you here, Carly,” I groan as the tips of my fingers move through to her pussy. She’s so fucking wet. So wet, and all for me.
“I’m a liar,” she says, again stubbornly.
“Maybe you should tell me everything you lied about and we can start again,” I tell her, letting my fingers brush against her clit while I continue kissing and nibbling on her ass.
“What?”
“Tell me what else you lied about, Carly.”
“I hate hiking,” she says.
“I kind of figured that one out, baby.” I laugh, lifting my arm to pull her bra away and squeeze one of her tits while I continue to play with her pussy.
“I’ve never seen the Grand Canyon, though I guess I’ve always wanted to,” she mutters.
“We’ll have to plan a trip,” I tell her, letting my fingers drift down her swollen clit to her entrance. “What else, Carly?”
“I… I’m not sure… I thought I was going to shower?” she asks, as I push two of my fingers inside her pussy. The hungry little cunt tightens on my fingers instantly, clamping down on it and trying to pull them deeper inside of her.
Yeah. I’m never letting her go. Never.
I fuck her with my fingers, her pussy so wet her juices are dripping. She whimpers and her nipple is so hard, it’s stabbing against my palm.
“What was that, baby?”
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, gasping when I pinch her nipple and twist it.
“Why shouldn’t we?”
“Because… I’m leaving.”
“I’m not letting you go, Carly.”
“You’re not?”
“No, baby. We’re married.”
“We could get a divorce… What are you doing?” she asks, and I grin. I have two fingers inside her pussy, but I’ve stretched my thumb to push against the tiny entrance in her ass.
“I’m playing with your ass. Do you like it, baby?”
“I… I’ve never… No one has ever… Oh God,” she moans, as I move my hand so I can push through the tight little valley of muscles in her ass. My hand leaves her breast so I can continue torturing her clit, while I finger-fuck her ass.
“That’s good, Carly, because this is my ass now. I’m the only one who will ever get to fuck it, aren’t I, Carly?”
“You… you want to fuck me… there?”
“I’m going to fuck you everywhere, Carly, and in any way possible. Do you know why?”
“Why?” she breathes.
“Because I can and because you like it. Don’t you?”
“I…”
“Say it, Carly,” I growl, my cock so fucking hard I’m dying. I wanted to be soft and romantic with her, but I can’t. I’ve got to have her.
Now.
“I like it,” she whispers. I take my hands away from her and she turns to look at me. Her eyes are dark with hunger.
“On the bed, Carly. Get on your hands and knees.”
“I…”
“Don’t argue with me, baby. Get on the bed.”
“I’m not on birth control, Stone,” she confesses, looking over her shoulder at me. I wouldn’t have thought my dick could get any harder.