Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I can’t completely let go of my anger at her father. I use it to fuel my body, making my pace relentless. I go back to working her clit repeatedly. Her body almost recoils because she came so hard the flesh is even more tender. I don’t let her get away. I want the feel of her coming once more, before I am forced to withdraw. Her walls pull on my cock dragging me in deeper and deeper. It grips me in a stranglehold, threatening to hold me until I fill her.
I push away the thought, even though every fiber of my being wants me to claim her, right here, right now, filling her until I know my child will take root inside her.
“It's not safe,” she moans, proving the worry is still in her mind.
“I gave you my word. Now, quit fighting it and give in to what we both want. Come for me, Lina.”
That does it.
She shatters around my shaft, falling apart with her orgasm and giving me her body completely. Her moans fill the room. I don’t know where I find the will to slide out of her, but when I look down at Lina, I know I can’t disappoint her. Too many men have done that in her life. Still, I almost lose it and give in as her greedy pussy clenches around me, quivering while her orgasm rolls through her.
Just as she starts to come down, I pull out, cum shooting out over her stomach. I pump my shaft furiously, my rough hand a sad replacement for her sweet body. Still, I don’t stop until the last hot stream leaves my body.
“You belong to me, Lina. You always will,” I vow.
I lean down and kiss her as I grab her hand. I keep it in mine as together we rub my cum into the soft skin on her stomach and breasts.
“Antonio,” she gasps.
“If you won’t let me come inside of you, your skin is still going to absorb my cum, Lina.”
“Oh God,” she breathes, her body practically vibrating beneath me. I look down at our handywork, feeling fucking proud. There’s a strand of cum running down her side. I’m not about to let that slip by. The pads of my fingers glide against her skin, gathering the cum as it dips over her side. “Antonio, stop.” I look up at her, her voice almost sounding panicked.
“What’s wrong, Lina?” I question when she does her best to turn form me. I don’t let her. I shift my weight and use the weight of my body as well as my free hand to keep her flat on her back.
“Let me go, Antonio,” she pleads and something about the tone of her voice hits me as just wrong. I stretch to click the bedside lamp on. It’s dark in here and I need to know what is going on in her pretty little head.
“I’m not letting go of you. You need to tell me what is going on here.”
“Nothing. Turn the light out and we’ll just go to sleep.”
I haven’t gotten to where I am by being stupid. My beautiful wife to be is hiding something from me. I stare her down. She avoids my eyes, but I notice her hand is defensively wrapped around her front and around her side.
The same side I was touching when she began freaking out.
I capture her hand in mine and she’s trying to resist with everything she has when I try to lift her hand. “What are you hiding from me, wife?”
“I’m not your wife. I didn’t accept your proposal,” she bites out. “Will you stop this so we can go to sleep?”
“You are my wife. It’s a forgone conclusion.”
“Only to you,” she huffs, which makes me smile.
“Give in, il mio tesoro.”
She looks up at me defiantly. “About moving my hand or the marriage?”
I shake my head a smile playing on my lips. I love her strength. I don’t think she realizes how much she has yet. She’s been too afraid to be who she is. That will change in time.
“Both, but because you need sleep. We’ll start with your hand tonight.”
“Promise you won’t go ballistic.”
My brow furrows with surprise. I wasn’t respecting that. “Why would I go ballistic?”
“Just promise,” she insists stubbornly.
“You do realize when I get angry, I would never hurt you, right?”
“It’s not me I’m worried about. It’s you.”
I let out an annoyed breath, frowning. The damn woman is talking in riddles. I pull on her hand, determined to get to the bottom of this once and for all.
“Promise!”
“Fine, I promise. Now, lift your damn hand, Lina.”
She lifts it slowly, her hand shaking slightly. I look across her breasts and see nothing. Then my gaze moves to her side. There’s an angry looking whelp on her rib. I lift from the bed, shuffling off the side. I go down on my knees to inspect the wound closer.