Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“If you want to stop that’s up to you,” he said.
He was giving me control. My lips were so dry.
I don’t even know how I kept going because the truth was, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I was going based on what I’d seen in the movies and just on instinct. Cassie had told me that worked a lot, but I had my doubts.
It didn’t take too long to remove his shirt, but now, it was his pants. I was still fully dressed. I felt myself start to panic, but I quickly dropped the coat I was wearing to the floor.
Ive, seeming to know what I was going through, released a chuckle, grabbed the straps of my dress, and pulled me close.
“How about I undress you?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, I’d like that.”
I loved the sound of his chuckle.
His body pressed to mine as he reached behind me to locate the zipper. The dress was larger than I needed it to be so I’d easily slipped it over my head, but I didn’t tell him that. He took care of the zipper, swiftly, easily, and the dress fell to the floor at my feet. I only had on a pair of sandals, my bra, panties, and then a t-shirt.
His hands curved around my waist and he spun me around so that my back was now pressed against his front. He teased the bottom of my shirt. He surrounded me and I loved the feeling.
Ive swiftly removed the t-shirt and it fell to the floor. Now I was more undressed than Ive. He took care of my bra, followed by panties. With the bra, he simply undid the clasp at the front, but with the panties, he completely destroyed them—there was no way I was going to get any kind of wear out of them. Crap.
My annoyance didn’t last for long because his hands, those glorious big, hard hands, touched my stomach. I know it’s not an arousal zone, but it felt so good. More than good. I loved the way he touched me. It seemed almost expert.
I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this man, how much I craved him. To think, when I first met him, I’d screamed and threatened. I must have been a sight. Now I was his wife, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Chapter Fourteen
Ive
I promised myself I wouldn’t touch my wife. Charlotte was way too young for me, and she needed time to grow up. Ivan was a clever fucking bastard. He knew what he was doing in forcing Charlotte to be close to me. Even though I attempted to be at work all the time, there was no getting away from my wife.
When she lived in a different place, it was easier. Coming home, day after day, week after week, Ivan had known the barriers would soon come crumbling down, and that is exactly what happened.
Charlotte was my wife. Yes, she was young, but she never acted like a child. I found myself looking forward to her company. I’d never been the kind of guy to go and enjoy restaurants. If I wasn’t home for Michael to cook for me, I took the drive-thru on most options. It wasn’t healthy, but it was food. With Charlotte close, I was able to take her to different places, to see her dressed in the prettiest of dresses, admire her, and enjoy her company.
The barrier I’d tried to keep in order to protect her was well and truly smashed. Feeling her in my arms was even better than I imagined. I wasn’t a virgin. Before Charlotte I hadn’t lived like a monk. Since she had entered my life, there hadn’t been anyone else. There hadn’t even been a single temptation. She was all I wanted. And that bothered me. She was young. I didn’t want to be like my father. He’d been a sick fuck. I didn’t crave young girls. Charlotte wasn’t a girl. She was all woman.
She spun in my arms, and I didn’t let her get too far, so her body was pressed against mine. I felt the tips of her nipples as they pressed against my chest. Her hands reached for my belt, but she was so new to all of this, her hand stroked right across my hardened dick.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, jerking her hand back.
“You can touch me anytime you’d like.” I took hold of her hand and pressed it against my dick.
I’m not rough. I made sure to keep my grip soft. I didn’t want to scare her. Charlotte doesn’t look afraid. She looks in control.
Letting go of her hand, she keeps her palm pressed against my dick. At first, she does absolutely nothing, but then she begins to touch me, stroking her hand across my length, exploring me.