Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Her eyes flash brighter than the lightning, and her sharp cry wars with a clap of thunder when I press a tender kiss to her clit.
Her cunt is hot and wet on my tongue, and I never want to stop tasting her. I’m a man obsessed, devouring her pussy like I’m starved for her. Soft whimpers give way to deep, guttural moans as she begins to grind her hips into my face. Her fingers firm in my hair, and I allow her to direct me where she wants me.
I promised to give her the world. The least I can do is satisfy her every erotic desire.
“Dane, Dane, Dane…” She whispers my name like a litany, and I’m drunk on her desire for me.
With every flick of my tongue over her clit, she winds tighter and tighter, until she’s quivering in my hands.
I slide two fingers into her tight sheath. “Come for me.”
She shatters on a scream, and I nip at her clit while I rub her g-spot. She’s so stunning when she comes undone; she holds nothing back. Her willowy body shakes, and she rotates her hips, wantonly drawing out the last aftershocks of her orgasm as she stimulates herself on my tongue.
My cock strains against my trousers hard enough to ache, and I’m done waiting to claim my bride.
I surge to my feet and unbuckle my belt.
“Yes,” she urges. “Please fuck me. I need you.”
I free my cock and find her slick opening. She locks one leg around my hip, opening herself to me.
I pause, making both of us suffer.
But I want something from her first.
“You love me. Say it.”
She blinks, and her eyes soften. “I love you, Dane.”
I enter her in one brutal thrust, and she releases a guttural cry. I’m going to fuck her to the edge of pain, and she will feel this vicious union with every step tomorrow.
My fingers sink into her ass, and I lift her so that I can fill her more deeply. Her hands fly to my shoulders for support, her eyes going wide.
“I’ve got you,” I promise through gritted teeth. “Now, say it again.”
“I love you!” she cries as I rut into her. “My Dane, my Master.”
Pleasure builds, hot and fast, swelling inside me with ruthless force. I snarl and hold back my release. She’ll come again before we’re finished.
With each brutal thrust, she starts up a new litany: “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
I can’t hold back any longer. Her cunt grips my cock, and I come with a roar. As I brand her with my cum, she finds her own completion. Her fingernails bite into my shoulders as she screams my name louder than the booming thunder.
We’re joined in perfect, savage pleasure.
Husband and wife.
Forever.
11
ABIGAIL
Istroll down the long driveway that leads from the road to the beach. A car dropped me off at the gates to Meadows’ family’s property, and it’ll take me at least twenty minutes to walk to their private beach.
I don’t mind. I take my time, sinking into the beauty of my woodland surroundings. Live oaks frame the drive, elegantly curving branches creating a lush green canopy overhead. It shields me from the worst of the heat, even if humidity makes sweat bead on my brow.
As I walk, a silly smile curves my lips. I recall the drive down to the beach that carried me to my wedding ceremony three days ago. Dane had ordered a sleek black sedan to take me from The Magnolia to meet him for our private union. I’d stared out the windows to take in as much of my surroundings as possible, but I can see everything more clearly on foot.
I lift my phone and capture dozens of pictures. I’m planning to paint an entire series of this property to commemorate our wedding day, and I can’t wait to complete my work and surprise Dane.
Meadows was nice enough to allow me access to the property again without telling my husband.
My husband.
My smile widens, and I hum a happy tune as I approach the beach.
I take more pictures of the gently rolling sand dunes, which are accented by wispy fronds of grass. I get closer to one of them, capturing some macro shots with the pristine beach in the background.
If my lease for the gallery I’ve selected goes through, I’ll have a space worthy of displaying the paintings from the wedding series. I don’t intend to sell any of them, but I want to showcase the day I married the man I love.
For now, my other landscapes will have to be enough to fill the space while I work on a new collection.
I practically bounce down the boardwalk, giddy with happiness. Everything I’ve ever wanted is within my reach. Soon, I’ll have my own gallery in Charleston.
And a love I never dared to dream of promises a blissful future.