Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“The bride and groom would like to invite you to the cocktail hour over at the pavilion. They will head over there shortly once their pictures are out of the way,” Rose says. She’s taking her maid of honor duties seriously.
Eventually, I stop kissing my wife. My wife. That sounds amazing, even in my head.
“Come, wife,” I say, practically dragging her from the sanctuary into an unused hallway. We won’t be disturbed. I drop down to my knees in front of her.
“What are you doing, husband?”
“What does it look like?” When she doesn’t say anything, I continue. “I am worshiping my queen.” I pull the skirt of her dress up. “Hold these,” I demand. I am pleasantly surprised to see that she’s skipped panties because that allows me to get to what’s mine faster. I bury my head in her pussy and lick her until she screams my name. While she’s coming back down, I move back up her body to kiss her.
“You’re such a good girl, Cheryl.” I can’t help praising her. I know that she likes it. She moans while leaning down to lick, kiss, and bite my neck. That drives me wild.
“Fuck me, Nolan. Now. Please,” she says, shocking the hell out of me. That is the first time I’ve ever heard her curse before. I find that I like it.
“My, my, my. What a filthy little mouth you have, wife.”
“You love it, Nolan. Now give me what I need.”
“There’s no need to ask twice. It’s always yours. Whatever you need. Whatever you want. I’m yours.”
“I’m yours too, but please hurry. I need you now.”
I fumble with the tux pants for a moment until I get my excruciatingly hard cock out. Lifting Cheryl up, I pin her to the wall with my body, her legs wrapping around my waist. In seconds, I am balls deep inside of her, thrusting in and out of her.
“Fuck, baby. You’re choking the life out of me,” I growl into her ear.
“I’m gonna come, Nolan. Harder, please,” she moans. I love when she demands things from me. Without another word, I fuck into her harder and harder until her pussy squeezes my cock, and her thighs tighten around my waist like a boa constrictor. I shout her name and fill her with my seed; breeding her is all that’s on my mind now that she’s officially mine. And what fucking fun it will be to breed her.
Our honeymoon to St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands was amazing. I don’t think we did anything but eat, swim, drink lots of alcohol, and fuck the entire two weeks we were there. It was no surprise that almost as soon as we were back home, we found out she was pregnant. As soon as the honeymoon was over, we were back to work full-time. I never knew that a baby could cost so much money, and since I plan on keeping her knocked up for a while, money needs to be made. We turned one of the four bedrooms into a joint office. Her side is shockingly messy. Post-its line every available surface of her desk and the wall behind it. It’s her process, and I respect that. Once a week, I come in and dust and get rid of her Starbucks cups and other various beverages. It can really pile up. My side, on the other hand, is borderline obsessively neat. Nothing is out of place, and my drinks leave when I do. I have a strict no food on my side policy. My proofs are organized by client and by the date due. I can’t have food anywhere near them.
“It’s done,” Cheryl says from her desk. I look up and over at her.
“What, doll?” I ask. I definitely wasn’t paying attention to her words, just her body. The body that I think about every minute of every day, including in my dreams. Despite finally having her, she still exclusively stars in my dreams.
“The Sinner and the Saint is finally done.”
“The spicy one?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. I have been dying to get my hands on it to beta-read it for her.
“Yes. I can’t tell you how freeing it is to write scenes like that, especially since I know what I’m doing now,” she says, standing up to stretch. Her tiny, cropped t-shirt rides up even further when she does, and her little pregnant belly shows. I feel like a king knowing I knocked her up, and the bottom of her boob peeks out. That’s it. That’s all it takes, though; to be honest, I was ready to fuck her the second I woke up this morning. I’m always ready for her. There’s obsession, and then there’s Obsession. I am capital O Obsessed with my wife, as it should be.
“Is it?”
“Oh yes. I do believe that I owe you some thanks for that, husband.”