Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Fuck your fiancé. You were mine first,” I say in her ear.
“Anthony,” she breathes as I pop her jeans open and shove my hand inside.
She’s wet and I’ve barely touched her. I work her pussy as she lifts on her toes. She looks me in the eyes as if pleading.
“You’re still my wife. Let me fuck you one last time before I erase you from my memory for the rest of my life.”
Pain fills her eyes. Good, let her feel how I felt. Not that this is real, she’s acting. She never cared for me.
I take her lips before she speaks, and I change my mind. The moment our lips touch, I know I should back away and get the fuck out of here. Sparks fly and it’s like no time has passed between us.
I rip her shirt open, the sound of buttons flying pinging back to my ears. I groan into her mouth and lift her onto my waist. Deepening the kiss, I shut my brain down. This is nothing more than a random fuck.
* * *
Alexis
I can feel the anger rolling off him. I should push him away, but I want my husband. I want to soothe his anger away.
I want to tell him what really happened and that I never stopped loving him, but I hold all of that in as I get lost in his touch. Anthony’s thick hands are huge. He could palm my entire head with one.
When he grabs my ass and squeezes, the touch shoots through my body. His kisses are hungry, but something changes quickly. He goes from kissing me like he misses me as much as I miss him to kissing me like a stranger.
I hate the disconnection I feel. I need him, all of him. I’m falling apart without him. I hate my life. Sometimes, I have to wonder if I did the right thing after all.
“Anthony,” I cry out as he tugs my bra cup down and wraps his mouth around my nipple.
He looks up at me with so much lust in his eyes before lunging for my lips again. I hold on to his face, grinding against him as I tighten my legs around his waist.
He backs away from the wall, with me still in his arms. He doesn’t break the kiss as he carries me over to my couch. The song playing has me in my feelings.
If only he knew. He’s all that matters. I’m so sorry I didn’t figure something else out. I ran for him, to keep him safe.
He places me on the couch and peels me out of my jeans. I’m already wet for him. I’ve dreamed of this for so long.
“Please,” I cry out when he settles between my legs and starts to devour me.
He hums, backing away long enough to tug his shirt off. My God, this man has bulked up. His chest is more ripped than I remember.
He latches on to my pussy like it’s one of those triangle push pops they used to give out at school. He sucks and licks like he’s trying to get every drop of the sweet treat out. I push back into the couch, but I have nowhere to go. I throw a leg over the back of the cushions and lift my hips as if that’s going to help.
“Oh God, baby, yes,” I scream as he adds two fingers.
He palms my breast with his free hand and squeezes. I used to want bigger breasts like my cousins, but Anthony made me appreciate my body for what it is. As if reading my mind, he moves up my stomach with open-mouthed kisses.
I’m lust drunk by the time he latches on to my nipple while rolling the other between his fingers. He groans, but he won’t look up at me. I run my hand through the front of his hair.
I noticed last night that it’s shorter on top. His natural curls aren’t coming through the way they used to. Now it falls in thick waves.
The facial hair is new and sexy as hell. His appearance is so well groomed and manly. He’s not the twenty-one-year-old young man I married. Sadness fills me. We’ve lost so much.
I truly love him. I reach to brush my thumb across his brow, and he looks at me through those long lashes. I smile at him. His eyes soften and he releases my nipple to move in for my lips.
I cling to him, holding the back of his head tightly. He drinks from my lips like this will really be the last time. Breaking the kiss too soon, he backs away and shakes his head.
I watch as he strips from the rest of his clothes. Damn, I thought his chest was nice. Anthony is the real deal. Again, his nickname pops in my head.