Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
His mouth finds my nipples, sucks my breasts, licks them, bites hard, as his fingers tease my slit. I’m wet and he’s hard, throbbing as I stroke him. He rubs my clit, groaning, presses two fingers inside of me, fucks me deep with them. I grind against his palm, moaning right back.
“Tell me you still hate me,” he whispers as he kisses down to my pussy, licking me slowly, parting me with his tongue before sliding his fingers inside again.
“Easy. Still hate you.” I moan, arching my back. “I don’t hate that though.”
“No, this you definitely love.” His fingers feel like heaven as they stroke in and out. His tongue is stiff and soft and wet and amazing on my clit. I’m grinding against him, needy, my face flushed and muscles tense. “And I love it too. I suspect I love it almost as much as you do.”
“Yeah? Are you about to come?”
“Almost. You keep riding my mouth like that and I will.”
“Liar, but I’m not kidding.” I pant, gasping, whimpering. “I’m fucking close.”
“Then let go, baby. Let me taste it. Come for me.”
“Oh, shit,” I groan and I let myself tip over the edge into an orgasm, my fingers curling into the sheets as he keeps going, pushing me deeper and deeper into bliss. He feels so good and his tongue knows exactly where to probe, lick, and suck to make everything heighten to an almost painful bliss.
“There you go, baby,” he says, kneeling back. His boxer-briefs are gone and he’s slowly stroking his thick cock. Holy hell, he looks good like that. “I’m a very greedy man, you know.”
“I didn’t realize giving oral sex was an inherently selfish act. That’s new to me.”
He smiles, shaking his head. “No, I said I’m greedy. I like watching you come. Getting you off feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah? You like licking me while I orgasm on your dirty mouth?”
His eyes widen. “Allegra. You filthy fucking girl.”
“I’m sorry, was that too much?”
“Don’t ever apologize for talking dirty to me, baby.” He moves over me, his cock between my legs, and he kisses me nice and deep. I can taste myself on his tongue and it drives me wild.
“You’re going to fuck me now, aren’t you?” I stare into his eyes. I feel his tip against my aching, soaked entrance.
“Only if you say something dirty for me.”
“I can’t do it on command. I went out on a limb last time.”
“Come on, baby. Tell me what it feels like.”
“When you’re between my legs? It feels like getting filled with heaven when you fuck me.”
“Oh, that’s good.” He teases me, sliding his swollen head up and down, before sliding inside. My back arches and I whimper with bliss. “You feel so fucking good. I’ve been needing this.”
“Yeah, because you’re a horny prick.”
“No, baby, because you look so perfect when you’re coming on my cock.”
“Awful man. Very, very awful.”
“And yet you like it.” He thrusts deep into me, going nice and slow, kissing my neck and chest before lifting my arms above my head. “Every little noise you make only reminds me how bad you need this.”
“I don’t need it, I just like it.”
“No, baby. You need this release.” He goes faster, grinding into me. “Tell me you need it.”
“Gian.”
“Say it, baby.”
“I need it,” I whisper, blinking rapidly, gasping as he fucks me. “I need you.”
We fall into the moment and there’s only moaning, grunting, gasping, whimpers, the slap of our skin as he fills me. I grind into him, desperate, ringing with bliss, and I feel the pleasure build in my core, growing with every thrust, every kiss, every time he licks my nipples with that filthy tongue of his. I dig my fingers into his back and all sense of time disappears as we fuck, and I can’t last anymore. I shatter for him, I break all over his dick, groaning as I do it, and what really kills me, what really makes me shiver with real delight, is how my orgasm makes him come too.
We’re a tangle of sweaty limbs and sheets. I drag them over my body, but he’s not having any of that. “No hiding,” he chides and bites my shoulder. “My fucking wife.”
“Fake wife,” I correct with a smile, eyes closed. “A very happy, very satisfied fake wife.”
“Good enough,” he rumbles, kissing my shoulder now. “Tomorrow, I want you to order the pillows.”
“The pillows?”
“Yes, the fucking pillows. Make this place feel like home. I want you to be comfortable.”
“You’re thinking about pillows after fucking me. Should I be insulted?”
He bites. I shriek and laugh, but he holds on tight. “No. You should be flattered that I care about your damn pillows at all.”
“Okay, okay, pillows. Just don’t start eating me, you freak.”
“Mmmm, eating you.” He sighs and holds me tighter. “Give me, I don’t know, five minutes.”