Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“You’re burning up,” I murmur against his mouth as we continue to kiss-stumble-undress our way to the bedroom. “Is your penis okay?”
“No,” he says, with a tight laugh. “He’s not. I’ve been hard for you at least fifteen times today. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.”
“That’s okay, I think I do,” I say, pulling back to shoot him a naughty look. “Let’s get rid of these clothes, and I’ll make him feel better.”
Connor’s breath rushes out. “You are so fucking sexy.” His lips tremble into an awed grin. “And you’re my wife.”
“And you’re my husband.”
“Damn, I like that word coming from your mouth,” he says, kissing me again.
Before his lips cover mine, I catch a brief glimpse of what looks like a gorgeous living room behind him, and Sharkbait’s new cage sitting on a table in the corner, just as the concierge promised when we dropped him off.
But the cage is covered by black fabric, so we’re spared parrot-commentary as Connor pushes open the bedroom door and scoops me up, carrying me to the giant, king-sized bed.
He sets me down beside it and turns me gently around, dragging the zipper on my dress all the way down. My dress falls into a puddle at my feet and I step out of it, climbing onto the mattress in nothing but my white panties and the thigh-high stockings I’m so glad I bought at the drugstore.
The way he’s looking at me as he hastily discards the rest of his clothes leaves no doubt that he appreciates them as much as I hoped he would.
My eyes widen as I take in his powerful body. He’s gorgeous, perfect, and…larger than I remember.
“Everything okay?” he asks as he climbs into bed beside me.
I gulp and nod. “You don’t think we’ll have any problems with um…fit, do you?”
He leans closer, brushing his lips against mine, sending fresh tingles across my skin as he promises, “No, we won’t. Because I’m going to make sure you’re soaked for me, Wendy Ann Sinclair.”
“Sinclair.” I curl my fingers into his biceps, wonder filling my chest. “I’m a Sinclair.”
“You’re mine,” he says, his hand slipping down the front of my panties, making me cry out as his fingers glide through my already soaked folds. “And I’m yours. Forever.”
“Forever,” I promise again, meaning it more than ever as he drops his mouth to my breast and does mind-bending things to my nipples, proving my husband is the very, very best.
Connor
My girl, my beautiful girl…
My Wendy Ann…
My wife…
Just thinking the word is enough to make me want to shove her panties to one side and take her now. I want to be inside her so much, it’s torture.
But sweet torture.
Torture I want to make last as long as possible…
I roll my tongue against her nipple as I suck her deep, making her whimper and writhe. Someday, I’ll spend hours worshipping her honey-sweet skin, but today, we’re both too eager, too desperate for each other.
“Panties off, please,” she pants, reaching for my cock and wrapping her fingers tight around it.
I groan in response, pre-come leaking from my tip. “Let me get a condom first.”
“No condom. I’m on the pill, and I don’t want anything between us.” She pulls back, holding my gaze as she adds, “Besides, if we accidentally got pregnant, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. After all…” She strokes me up and down again, making my soul threaten to exit my body. “We’re married.”
“We are so fucking married,” I agree, my heart slamming in my chest at the thought of her slick heat around me bare.
I want to come buried to the hilt in her sweetness more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Ever. I want to fill her with my release, mark her as mine. Some primal part of me roars at the thought as I drag her panties and stockings down her legs, promising the stockings I’ll pause to appreciate them fully next time, after I’ve made this woman mine.
As soon as we’re both naked, I surge over her again, sucking her nipple into my mouth, until she’s panting and writhing beneath me again. Then her hands are buried in my hair as she pulls my mouth to hers. Her tongue strokes into my mouth, wild and hungry, her taste, her passion, driving me even crazier.
“Need you, Wendy Ann,” I groan against her lips as I stroke a finger inside her, then another, stretching her, preparing her.
“Please,” she says, her hands trembling as she cups my face. “I need you, too. Now. Please. Don’t make me wait. Not anymore.”
I can’t deny her that. I can’t deny her anything.
I’m hers to command, tonight and for the rest of our lives.
I hold her gaze as she wraps her legs around my waist, shivering as my cock presses against her drenched pussy. “I love you,” she whispers. “Let me show you how much.”