Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“You are mine. I’m not letting you go. I’ll do whatever I must.” I grab the hem of her blouse and lift it over her head. Her tits bounce lightly in the thin, smooth dark gray bra that barely covers her nipples. Her tits are more than a handful, but thankfully I have large hands. I drag one cup down and glide my tongue over her nipple, getting the dark pink flesh nice and stiff for me. Sucking it hard, I bite and cause her to grip my hair and bring me closer. I love how hungry she gets for me. I can smell the heat rising up between her legs, calling me like always.
Rosalyn reaches around and undoes the clasp. I pull back just enough to let it fall to the floor, but I can’t keep my hands off of her. They skim all over her torso, touching her as if marking her as mine.
I drop to my knees and pull down her yoga pants, taking her panties with them. I want her pussy on my tongue before I lose my fucking mind. I want Rosalyn to come apart for me, knowing I’m the only one who can do this to her. “Are you going to coat my tongue?” I grunt out, running my nose over her mound.
“Yes, Tony,” she cries out, thrusting her fingers into my hair, desperately looking for more. I nudge her thighs apart and slap her clit. She’s got a lot to answer for, but the only thing I need now is her cum on my tongue. “Tony, oh my God. Tony.”
With my face buried between her thighs, I growl out, “Good girl,” and pump two fingers into her soaking wet heat that I made that way. Slipping my tongue through her slit, I lick her cunt like a kid with an ice cream cone in the middle of summer. I better lick it up before any of her juices escape. I’m so damn thirsty for her orgasm that I finger fuck her faster and then suck on her tender bud. I glance up at her as I wring out her orgasm. I love watching the way she comes just for me.
I love her so damn much.
Slowly I kiss my way up her body, nipping her belly gently. I need to put a baby in here, so I truly let every bastard know she’s mine. I’ve been praying that I did that job, but I haven’t been lucky enough yet. “I love the way you come for me, Rosalyn.”
I stand straight, creating just a half-foot of distance between us so I can take off my shirt. Her eyes widen with admiration, and I never get sick of that look. The feel of her fingers over my chest temporarily eases the raging panic in me. Taking a deep breath, I absorb her touch, amplifying my hunger for her.
I can’t lose her. Scooping her up, I carry her to our bedroom. “Tony, you don’t have to carry me.”
“I want to carry my wife.” There’s gritty anger to my words, and she heard it. She tilts her head a little, but she doesn’t bring up the divorce. As far as I’m concerned, that’s not going to happen and strengthens my need to claim my wife.
As soon as the door closes, I drop her onto the bed and strip off the rest of my clothes. Naked, I stalk toward the bed and grab her legs, parting them wide, dragging them off the bed and around my waist. With my cock at her entrance, I plunge deep inside. Leaning over with my palms on the bed, I stare into my wife’s honey-colored eyes that drive me wild. “You’re mine, Rosalyn Alexander. Do you need a reminder, wife? I believe you do.”
I own her body, fucking her hard. Bending down, I suck her dusky nipple into my mouth, enjoying the sounds of her moans as I relish the feel of Rosalyn under me. Our sweat building with the contact, hearts racing as I possess her body. It doesn’t take long for her to fall apart, coming on my length, and I follow her over.
Chapter Six
Rosalyn
The morning sun starts to push its way up into the sky, but we’ve spent the night fucking repeatedly clinging to each other wildly. I try to catch my breath as Tony wraps his arms around me like steel bands as if he’s afraid I’m gonna disappear. I love the feel of him. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Maybe he missed me that much. He’s been working nonstop, and I’ve been too tired for our usual passionate nights. Last night as I began to fall asleep, I heard the words that I’ve longed to hear since we met — I love you. He whispered them like they were a terrible secret. As if he was scared I didn’t feel the same way. I fell for the man quickly, becoming his from the first moment that our eyes met. That memory sits fresh in my head like it was just yesterday that we were standing outside of a strip club in Vegas.