Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Easy,” he says, pleasure and amusement in his eyes.
“I want to choke on you,” I say, stroking him fast. “Will you let me choke on you, husband?”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I want to see you take me deep then, baby. Go ahead.”
I do it again and manage to take more before gagging again. I don’t stop though, down deeper, gag, pulling back, until he’s groaning with delight. I suck him fast, stroking hard, and I know he’s close. His ass tenses, his balls tighten, and his shaft starts to twitch.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he growls.
He releases on my tongue. I don’t hesitate to swallow him even though I’ve never done that before, and I can tell he loves it.
“Come here.” He pulls me to my feet and kisses me. “You’re too much, Maddie.”
“Using my real name now? I guess you like me right now.”
“I always like you, but I’ll admit I’m feeling a little bit tender toward the girl that just swallowed my cum.”
“Don’t be filthy.” But I’m smiling and my cheeks are pleasantly flushed.
He kisses me softly again and brushes a thumb over my lips. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before.”
“Really? Never gotten a blowjob?”
He gives me a look. “No, baby. I mean, nobody’s ever worried about how I’m feeling. It’s always the family, always whether I can handle the stress. Not whether they can help alleviate some of it.”
“That’s why I’m here then.” I kiss his sweaty chest. “Also, the heavy bag. You know, for when I’m not around.”
He laughs and kisses me one more time. “I think I prefer you.”
“I hope so. The heavy bag’s not going to swallow.”
He laughs again and I love that sound. Renzo’s always so damn serious, but making him smile is like sunlight through heavy clouds. He’s gorgeous when some of his tension releases, and I find myself wanting to help ease his burden all the time.
“Come on, baby. I have to shower, and I think I owe you a little orgasm of your own.”
“No, please, you don’t owe me anything,” I say, pretending to fight back. “I’m fine. Really.”
“Keep struggling and I’ll carry you up.”
“Promise?”
He pulls on his boxer briefs, buckles his pants back in place, then stoops down and swoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Come on, wife,” he says, slapping my ass.
“Hey! Asshole, I wasn’t serious!” I hit his back but it’s like punching brick.
He carries me upstairs, into the shower, and he pays me back tenfold.
Chapter 24
Maddie
Ispend the rest of the week at the office trying to pretend like my life hasn’t drastically changed, chatting on the phone with Nicole about this absurd whirlwind of a marriage, and having obscene, steamy sex with my husband.
It’s weird how fast I acclimate. The house is still strange, and Renzo’s still uneasy about me running into his mother, but I manage to find a little equilibrium. Having some normalcy at work helps. And redecorating isn’t half bad.
Renzo comes home late Saturday morning from a long run to find me hanging a prism in front of the window. He stands in his bedroom door, mouth pinched in a tight line, as I turn and gesture around me. “What do you think?”
His eyes move to the incense holders on the dresser, to the landscape paintings I hung on the walls, to the purple drapes, to the collection of crystals, and the witchy-inspired update I made to the reading nook, complete with tarot-themed pillows, lots of lace, and fake aesthetic spell jars.
“This is different.” His face suggests not in a good way.
“It’s my room now too, isn’t it?”
“What happened to you moving into the guest wing after your pregnancy?”
I shrug, waving that off. “Who knows when that’ll happen. Come on, I didn’t do that much.”
“There are rocks in my room.”
“Crystals. They’re good vibrations.”
He rubs his forehead. “Don’t tell me you believe in the healing power of sandstone?”
“No, asshole, I don’t think they actually cure cancer.” I glare at him as I finish tying off the string. The prism casts a rainbow glow over the far wall. “But they are pretty, and pretty things make me happy, and I’m healthier when I’m happy. That’s how they work.”
His face softens. “The rocks really make you happy?”
“Crystals. Not rocks.”
“Pretty rocks.”
“I’m not having this argument with you.” I turn away, getting annoyed. I haven’t shared all my hobbies with him yet because I had a feeling he’d give me crap for them, but I’m finally starting to open up.
He walks over and tugs me against him. I glare up into his handsome face, but the sour look is gone. Now he’s smiling.
“If they make you happy, they make me happy. You can gather as many pretty rocks as you want.”
“Stop calling them rocks,” I mutter, but I’ve already won the battle.
“What about all this other stuff? I didn’t realize you were into the occult.”