Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Because it is.
“You're a bad man, Marshal Howard,” I whisper, once he finally withdraws his teeth from my bottom lip. “But I love you anyway. I'll love you through all the twists and turns we've got coming.”
“Love you, too, Red. Long as I draw breath, long as I've still got a pulse, only you. And darling, nothing's ever changing it. Nothing will steal it. Nothing will rip you away from me while I'm alive and I've still got fire in my lungs, no thanks to you.” His fingers are a vice on the last part.
I believe him.
I trust him.
In him, I've put my faith.
If our story could've ended here, it would've been perfect. But fate had other plans.
We were about to learn its heart-wrenching, bone cracking, soul torching agenda stops for no one.
10
Setup (Marshal)
Having her under me as my moaning, clenching, eager virgin nanny lit my balls on fire. Red turned me all kinds of crazy and took no prisoners.
Maybe that's why I didn't know having her as my fiancé would be nirvana. What the fuck is happening?
I said I'd be a married man. I got on my knees. And now I'm wrapped in the legs of a woman worth forever, lips pressed to hers, sucking every whimper off her tongue as my dick pumps overtime.
It's almost too easy. Too fucking simple for a savage like me.
I expected more torture, more confusion, more heartbreak along the way.
That's gone. Pales compared to the promise I just made, the chance at a normal family, and the bliss in this bed drenching my blood in sweet bourbon fuckery.
Something about that ring on her finger just makes her pussy better.
I know it's because it's mine. Because every time I see it shining in the dim light dancing across us from the open bathroom door, I get chills up my spine, electric shocks urging me to fuck her harder.
It's happening because I want to bring her off in this bed every night.
I want my wife to scream my name, rake her nails down my back, sink her teeth into my darkest ink.
I want her at her softest and her most violent. I want her when she's magic or when we're both on the brink of tears.
I want her damn soul. Tonight, tomorrow, and forever.
And once we're done marking this bed, when it isn't winter anymore, I want to take her under the naked sky.
We'll fuck for the moon and the sun, until every damn permutation of her and I is written in the stars.
“Come harder, Red. Come for me!” I whisper a familiar mantra in her ear. Familiar, yeah, but I've never meant it more than now.
My hips never knew this fire. They never rocked with an urgency and a tense peace, a patience and a fury. They were never a paradox collecting lightning, sending it to my balls, the charge inside them building every time I crash into her so hard the bed's frame ripples.
“Red, what did I just say?” Growling, I pull her cinnamon locks, tilting her ear to my lips. “What the fuck did I tell you, woman? Come for me right now.”
It's the last nudge she needs. Time freezes and her pussy constricts on every inch of me, heated and convulsing.
Pure heaven. She's perfection itself, arching her back like a good girl, ass up, my balls slapping furiously on her clit.
Her face dives for the pillow, muffling her screams. My ears devour every shrill whimper, just like my eyes feast on her coming this hard for me.
I love this woman when she's at her finest, prim and shy and put together. But I love her even more when she's completely undone.
Love her, love this, so damn much I can't even hold it.
I seriously fucking can't.
My dick burns, throbs, and swells inside her. A few more rough strokes and my fingers jerk her hair. I bury myself to the hilt and let go.
Come roars out of me like madness itself. Her sweet cunt works to wring me dry, clenching harder at my heaving cock.
I can't remember the last time I had a nut like this. It's never been this good.
I'm coming in the woman I'm going to marry for the first time, and it's fucking magic.
“Sadie!” Her name is the last thing on my lips in the storm. It sets my skin on fire, blinding hot, taking me apart to my soul and rebuilding everything from the bones up.
I'm a different man once I'm able to feel my hips again. I'm still hard, even if I've gone numb, and I thrust another harsh O into her before I'm fully spent. I turn her over for the finale. Both my hands go in hers, pinning them high above her head. She responds with the tightest legs I've ever had pressed to this body, ankles digging in my calves until I give it up a second time, losing myself in her delicate heat all over again.