Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
How do girls do this?
Like seriously?
I feel like I'm about to throw up at any moment, but when I feel like I need an extra second to just breathe and regroup—-
That's when my husband suddenly grips my hair hard...and starts fucking my mouth.
Aaaaah!
My mind ceases to operate at this point, and all I can do is suck as hard as I can while Stelios moves my head up and down his cock. I feel like I'm being punished and rewarded at the same time, but when I think about how this wonderfully big cock belongs to the man I love...and who might be in love with me as well—-
I reach under his cock without thinking, and when I give his balls a quick little squeeze, Stelios' muscular body jerks up—-
Aaaah!
My husband only laughs when I scream for help as we fall off our giant floating leaf, and his arms are already around me before I can even sink an inch.
"Are you alright?" he asks with a smirk.
"Nothing about this is funny," I protest. "My heart is still in my throat—-"
"I agree. There's nothing funny about that at all, since it should be my cock down your throat—-"
"Stelios!"
"But since that's not possible at the moment—-"
Oh my God.
My husband hoists me up in one swift move, but I'm only out of the pool from the waist up, and my legs are still flailing in the water when he enters me from behind.
Aaaah!
I can't think at all as his steely length pummels my pussy again and again, and when I hear him grate my name out like I'm his life—-
"Bailey, fuck, fuck, fuck—-"
I hear myself cry out, "Fill me up with your seed, please!"
And just like always, my husband gives me what I want.
Shots fired, Pt. 2
It's even harder to walk straight the next day thanks to my husband insisting we horse around in the pool for hours, if you know what I mean. But while Stelios' stamina for sex seriously blows me away, what I honestly love the most is how my beautiful Greek mafia husband has become even more crazy-obsessive now that we're actively making a baby.
Stelios: I thought this might be helpful.
And proof of this is the text I get from my husband just as lunch hour hits, and I step out of my last class.
Best sex positions for getting pregnant?
Is this article for real?
I would've tripped on my feet if not for the mad rush of students keeping me upright, and I'm forced to drop my phone back into my pocket as I try navigating my way to the gates while the girls around me start shrieking like they've just spotted a celebrity in their midst.
'Yuri, Yuri, Yuri!'
Oh, right.
I forgot about that.
Y+K's limited-time pop-up booth at the cafeteria launches today, and rumors of Greek billionaire biker Yuri Athanas dropping by are apparently true.
This is nuts.
The crowd around me just keeps swelling in size, and half of them doesn't even seem like students in this school.
I think I've been elbowed in my guts about a dozen times and shoved twice more than that when I finally make it to the parking lot.
"Mrs. Diamandis, duck!"
Everything after that seems to happen in slow motion, and all I can do is scream as Letitia starts to bleed from a gunshot in the shoulder...while my two other bodyguards turn themselves into human shields.
No, no, no!
The whole world blurs as people around me scream and run for their lives.
You're a Petinos, Bailey.
Theía's said it often enough that something like this shouldn't freak me out.
But it does, oh God.
"Mrs. Diamandis?"
Someone grabs my hand to pull me up.
"November Oscar Whisky."
The man dragging me away to safety may be someone I've never seen before...but I'm also absolutely certain he's one of the bodyguards my husband has working incognito because of what he's just said. Stelios has had me memorizing a bunch of secret codes since the first day of our marriage, and the code this guy used basically translates to one thing: if you don't want to die, get your ass moving NOW!
Eddie has the limo screeching out of the parking lot like a Ferrari, and I see him looking at me worriedly through the rearview mirror.
I'm about to tell him I'm fine when my phone starts ringing.
"Are you alright?" Stelios demands as soon as I answer the call. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Life is short.
The truth of this hits me the moment I hear my husband's hoarse voice in my ear.
"Answer me, Bailey! Are you fucking hurt?"
My lips part, but instead of answering him, all I hear myself whisper is—-
"I love you, Stelios."
Another second passes.
"I love you, too, wife. Now fucking come home."
Shots fired, Pt. 3
Stelios knew his wife's family was as worried as he was about Bailey.
But he didn't give a damn.
He beat everyone else to yanking the door open as soon as his car rolled up the driveway, and Bailey was soon throwing herself in his arms with a sob.