Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Not quite. But it wasn’t a pretty sight, unlike her frightened sapphire blues.
So yeah. I waited too long, came so hard I saw fucking stars, and burst a blood vessel in the process.
“But I haven’t even touched you this time,” she says with a laugh, angling her head to look at me. So I kiss her. Hard. She turns in my arms, meeting me swipe for swipe, bite for bite, as I back her up against the wall.
“Haven’t touched me, huh?” She shivers as I press the words into her neck. She’s more than touched me. She’s stolen my heart. I wonder how she hasn’t noticed.
“If you’re hurting, it’s not from me.”
“Princess, it’s all you.” There is no one else for me but this woman, this contradiction, this grace and fury. I knew when I asked her two weeks ago to be my wife for real. I knew it, and I couldn’t say so. It feels wrong. She’s so young, and I’m unsure if I can be… fuck it! I have to be the man for her. There isn’t any happiness in this world without her. I just need her to feel it, too.
If love is a drug, then just call me an addict.
“All me, hmm? Me and my magic porthole of a pussy.”
I drop my head to her shoulder with a sigh. “You’re never gonna stop saying that, are you?”
“Nope. Not when it makes you pull that face.”
“Speaking of pulling things,” I say, lifting my head, “or maybe pushing buttons, next time you’re feeling a little frisky, give me a call.”
“Frisky?” Her tone matches the eyebrow she quirks.
“We’ll work something out,” I add, refusing to acknowledge her teasing. I can safely be goaded about my age only so many times a day. My word choices. My ogre-sized cock. Actually, I think that one can stay.
She makes an interested noise as she slides her hand between us. “What exactly are you going to work…out? Could it be this monster out of your pants?”
“Phone or video?” I ask, flexing into her. “Or we could get a room in a hotel someplace between here and my office.” I hate how much distance there is between our workplaces. “I kind of like the sound of having a dirty affair with my wife.”
“Bring my lesbian friend, and we’ll make it a three-way.”
“Always negotiating.” My voice turns husky, and she makes a tiny, excited noise as I hook my hand behind her knee. Thank fuck for her flowy skirt.
“Not here.” Her eyes go wide as I rest her leg against my thigh. “I was only kidding. I don’t do anything but the paperwork in here,” she adds, pushing at my chest. I don’t budge. “The walls are like rice paper.”
“I’ll put my hand over your mouth,” I say, tightening my grip on her thigh.
“What about your mouth?”
“I was kinda hoping my mouth would be full.”
“Were you, now?”
Fuck me, that tone. I’ve never been into role-playing, but she could be my dominating teacher any day.
“Have you popped in on the off chance you might get to pop out?”
“What?”
“Maybe you were expecting a quick blow job?”
With a groan, I press my lips to her neck. “Don’t say shit like that, Lavender. You know it riles me up.” Her hands slide into my hair, and I groan as she tugs.
“Fuck.” All thoughts float out of my head, including my defense. I was offering to get on my knees for her, not the other way around.
“I always thought blow job was a stupid description, given there’s very little actual blowing involved,” she muses.
Muses, my ass. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Suck job would’ve been more appropriate.”
My hand slides from her thigh to her ass, my grip just as tight. The combination of her low tone, her breath on my neck, and her dirty sentiments make me as hard as a fucking pole.
“A get-on-your-knees job. A suck-my-cock job. A—”
“They do say every girl turns into their mother,” Primrose announces.
We turn our heads in unison. Primrose stands in the doorway, arms folded across her chest, wearing a thoroughly bored-looking expression.
“Don’t even joke about that.” Lavender’s lip curls, though she doesn’t move. She can’t—I still have my thigh under hers, and my fingers are still gripping her ass. “I’m scarred from just hearing the tales.” Her head turns, her tone as perfunctory as the tap she delivers to my shoulder. “A little space here?”
“Not yet, princess. I have a… situation,” I mutter only for her ears.
“Oh. So you do. Feels more like a pressing problem to me,” she says with a snicker.
“Yuk it up. Meanwhile, you’re going nowhere.”
“Primrose, piss off,” my wife announces. “Unless you want to be ruined for all other men.”
I almost hear the roll of her sister’s eyes.
“Please, as if you’re going to go at it while I’m standing in the doorway,” she retorts, misunderstanding Lavender’s implication.