Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I can’t remember ever wanting anyone or anything in the way that I want Sophia right now. So much of my life has been about avoiding disaster, I don’t think I’ve ever let myself get pulled in by someone this way. I want her to the exclusion of all else—and this tunnel vision means I’m not looking out for potential problems on the horizon. Right now, the world could burn for all I care.
She stands and shimmies off her underwear.
I hold out my hand. “I’ll take those,” I say.
“My underwear?”
I nod. I toss them on the desk. Then I clamp my hand around my cock and pull it up and over my crown. “Come sit,” I say.
She bites down on her lip and her mouth flushes red.
I shake my head slowly. “I’ll be gentle,” I say.
“You might break me in half.”
“I’ll go slow,” I say.
Her eyelids flutter, like she’s imagining what I might feel like filling her up. My heartbeat pounds in my ears: now, now, now.
I have to work backwards tonight. I need to fuck. I need to come. We both need that. Then I can lick and suck and bite and we can do it all over.
“Do you have a condom that will fit?” she asks, her expression genuinely worried.
I grab my wallet and pull out a condom, rolling it on in record time. “Come sit,” I repeat.
I hold out my hand and she takes it tentatively, stepping forward, climbing back on my lap, lifting herself up.
Her breasts sway in front of me and I cup one in my hand and squeeze. She groans as I pinch the puckered flesh.
She hooks her feet back on my legs so she’s kneeling over me. My crown finds her entrance.
“Please go slow,” she says.
“It’s going to feel so good,” I promise her.
“Promise?”
“So good,” I say. “You’re going to come so many times tonight.”
I run my fingers up her spine and her back arches. The crown of my cock sinks into her.
She lets out a small, startled scream.
“That’s right,” I say. “Open up for me,” I say.
Just her warmth on my tip has me half crazed. She feels so good.
I run my hands over her ass and pull her down a little farther, sinking deeper into her. She lets out a low, guttural moan.
“See how good that feels?” I ask, my jaw tight, my dick hard as a fucking baseball bat.
Her eyebrows are knitted together, like she can’t quite believe what she’s feeling, but she nods. “So good,” she whispers. “So big. So hard.”
Jesus, she’s going to kill me.
She sinks down farther onto me, her hands gripping my forearms like she might fall apart if she doesn’t hold on.
But I won’t let her.
I just don’t know how long I can let her set the pace here. I want to flip her over the desk and fuck her right onto the Strip.
She pulls up a little and our eyes meet. She sinks down, lower this time. I send up a silent prayer of gratitude. She feels so fucking tight, so warm. So mine.
And she is mine. My wife. I’m fucking my beautiful, sexy, tight wife.
Or she’s fucking me. For now.
She starts to move with more confidence, lifting herself up and sinking down on me, lower each time, punctuated by moans and gasps. Her hands move to my shoulders and she tips her head back. Whisps of her hair trail against my thighs, setting every nerve ending in my body on high alert.
Finally I sink to the hilt inside her, and she lets out a breath.
“I can’t believe you’re inside me,” she gasps. “I feel so full.”
I slide my hands over her hips and pull her toward me. “You feel fucking gorgeous,” I say.
She smiles shyly at me and begins to move her hips. Her movements are small but the sensations are explosive. I don’t know if it’s because she’s setting the pace, or because we just got married, or because I feel so fucking lucky to be anywhere near this woman, but being inside her is intense. Like this isn’t just sex. It’s much more than that.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks on an exhale.
“How good you feel,” I respond. “How fucking lucky I am.”
She moans and pushes deeper onto me.
I press my mouth to her lips and start to move her hips. I need more of her. Right. Now.
“Worth,” she whispers into my mouth.
“We both need this,” I growl.
“But I’m—” She doesn’t finish her sentence. Instead she convulses around me like her orgasm has been waiting, just an inch away, for an hour.
The vibrations on my dick break through all my defenses and my orgasm rushes through me. I push my hips up, animal instinct taking over, driving me to bury my come deep.
Damn that fucking condom.
She collapses in my arms. After a moment I stand, scooping her up. I dispose of the condom and take her to the bed.