Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I moan as he licks me top to bottom. “Very bad.”
“I think you’re right. In my fantasy though, you were a very bad girl. I think you liked that it was wrong, undressing for me, letting me touch you, letting me get you off. Making you suck my cock.”
I draw in a sharp breath. “You did that?”
“You loved it in my fantasy. My cock’s big and you had to work at it, but you enjoyed licking and sucking me as I teased your pussy. Once I made you come with my shaft in your throat.”
“Oh, god,” I groan. “I want that.”
“You want to come while sucking my cock?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.” I shift back, panting. “I’m very ready.”
He pulls off his boxer briefs. His cock’s rock hard, twitching in time to his heartbeat as he pulls me on top of him. I yelp in surprise as I straddle his face, then lean forward on my hand, the tip of his cock right at my lips.
It feels so fucking good, him sucking and licking me while I’m sitting on his face. I take his tip into my mouth, lick the precum from the slit, and suck him hard, not caring about anything but feeling good, this exact moment. My spit rolls down his shaft as I moan with his cock in my mouth, and I suck him faster as he teases me, fingers fucking me, tongue licking me. I grind my hips, shimmying against his lovely mouth, and god, I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I go deep, taking him as far as I can, as the pleasure peaks.
“Adler,” I gasp, pulling back, stroking his cock fast. “Fuck, I’m coming.” I take him into my mouth again, pushing down deep as the orgasm hits me hard, throws me over the edge, and sends me into total ecstasy.
I don’t know how long it lasts. Seconds, forever, there’s no difference. Then I pull back, gasping for air, his cock shining with my spit, and I’m on my back again. He’s hovering over me, kissing me, licking my naked breasts, sucking my nipples.
“I need to fuck you,” he says, spreading my legs.
“I’m still sensitive,” I say, blinking rapidly. “I don’t know—”
“I need to fuck you,” he repeats, pressing his cock against my entrance, and with one slick thrust, he slides deep inside.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp, back arching. It’s the third time he’s been inside of me, but the first time it didn’t hurt. No, it feels good, so fucking good, as he slowly grinds himself deeper and deeper, growling like a rabid beast.
He takes me then. Fucks me slow, looking into my eyes, kissing my neck, my breasts, before he goes faster. His arm muscles bulge and I stare at his bulging shoulders as he tears into me, over and over again, the lines between us blurred to nothing. He whispers my name in my ear, his cock gliding into me over and over, and pleasure bursts into my core all over again.
I’ve never come twice before, but Adler takes me over the edge. He gets me off a second time, his cock burying itself into me again and again, harder, rougher, and I can barely think as he groans in my ear. I feel him come too, filling me to the brim, warm and lovely.
I curl against him when we’re done. I kiss his skin, breathe his smell. I’m filled with conflicted feelings, but all of them are drowned by the certainty that this is good, that this is right.
Whatever this might mean.
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” I look up at him. “I’m not forgiving you.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I mean it, I’m still upset about… about everything.”
“I understand.”
“You should’ve told me the truth from the start. You should’ve—” I have to stop myself because I can feel the outside world pressing in against what feels good, and I don’t want to lose this moment.
“I’m not asking you to forget what I did. I’m only asking that you weigh it against my intentions, and that you allow me the chance to make things right.”
I take a slow, deep breath. “You asshole.”
“What?”
“That was the right thing to say.”
I can feel him smiling against my neck. “Good.”
“So what? Does this mean I’m staying your wife?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Would you really want that? I mean, you really want to stay married even though there’s no real reason for it?”
“Yes,” he says, and I’m surprised by the conviction in his voice. “I really do.”
“Why?”
He’s quiet a moment. Then he takes a long breath. “You don’t know my parents.”
“I’ve met your mother.”
“Yes, you have, but the woman you know is not the woman I grew up with. My mother now is much more… free than she was, now that my father’s gone.”