Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I was afraid of tripping over my feet with my underwear around my ankles, but I need not have worried because he lifted me in his arms and took the last few feet to the couch before laying me back across it.
He pulled my ass to the edge of the couch and dove headfirst between my thighs. I jumped and yelped at the feel of his teeth biting into my thigh, and by the time he reached my pussy I was already about to cum.
How does he know my body so well? I’ve never liked any kind of pain or discomfort with lovemaking, but with him, it’s different; I crave it. Or is this something new since I felt the pain of his cock spreading me open?
Ever since that first time, I ache for that burning pain only he can give me. Even when he forces me to take days off to heal, I find myself having to squeeze my thighs together throughout the day to ease the ache of wanting him.
I rested my hand on his head, holding him in place as he made love to me with his tongue. I bit my lip to keep my cries from escaping. “You can scream as loud as you want. The room is soundproof.”
Well, that just released whatever bit of self-decency was holding me back, and I let go. I don’t know how many times I came, but I knew I was ready when he dropped his pants and led his cock to my opening. “Hurry!”
Have you ever been fucked mid-cum? It’s fucking mind-blowing. He slid that monster in slow and deep and I had tears in my eyes again. I didn’t know that good loving could bring a woman to tears until now. It’s like an involuntary action at this point.
He gripped my waist and worked me on and off his cock, only pulling out halfway each time before sliding back in, deeper and deeper with each stroke. I’m not sure what to call the noises I was making, but the place, the windows, the fact that there were people under us, all of it made my pussy so hot I could feel the heat of my juices as they flowed down to my ass.
My dress was hiked up around my waist, and now he decided he wanted to unzip me and pulled it down off my shoulders. I soon learned why when he pushed my bra up over my tits and bit into one of my nipples. “Oh shit, oh fuck.” This room better be soundproof for real, or his entire staff just heard me cum.
PAUL
What the hell is happening? Have I lost it? That’s got to be it. I splashed more water on my face and stared at my image in the mirror. This isn’t exactly where I saw my life going when I started my affair. I didn’t expect my ex-wife to become so entrenched in my professional life, and what the fuck did he mean his wife? The ink wasn’t even dry on our divorce.
That bitch must’ve been cheating on me behind my back. No, wait, everyone knows Marcus the IV hadn’t been back in the country until roughly the week of that ill-fated party. So how did the two of them meet and become so close in that amount of time?
Where did they meet? There’ve been whispers that he’d been spotted at the party for a short time and those who thought they’d seen him weren’t too sure that it was him because the person had left not long after being seen and they didn’t really get a good look at him.
If he was at the party, then he’d have to know that I was seeing his sister. So why did he go after my ex? I kicked the trash can and punched the wall, which only hurt my hand but did nothing for the growing pain in my gut.
No wonder she has such expensive shysters representing her. How had she done it? How had she made her way into his bed? That slut! Bitch! She’s been playing me all along. How dare she? I can’t let this stay like this. No one is going to make a fool of me and get away with it.
I’ll make her pay, one way or another. The only thing is that I’d already given her what she wanted because I thought as long as she was saddled with my kids, she wouldn’t have time to run around finding another man. I figured once things had calmed down and she was no longer mad about the divorce, she and I could work out some kind of friends-with-benefits situation.
I know plenty of married men who have a sweet setup like that. They trade the old frumpy wife in for a newer model, and every once in a while, just to show who’s in control, they either bribe or scare the ex into going to bed with them. Justine has always been a good lay. In fact, she’s way better than Melanie, but she doesn’t have Melanie’s money and connections.