Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
And I’m dripping with arousal. I could throw myself on my knees and swallow his cock and die happy right about now.
But if someone’s going to break, it’s going to be him.
“I think you’re inflexible, unyielding, prudish, formal, stilted, and fucking beautiful. I think about filling your pretentious mouth with my thick, filthy cock all fucking day long. I dream about fucking your sloppy wet cunt until all your puritanical bullshit floods away in waves of orgasm, pleasure, and cum. Now stop being such a pain in my ass and get in my fucking lap, princess, before I stand up, bend you over that balcony railing, and fuck you for the whole city to see.”
My mouth drops open.
Holy shit.
I’ve never been talked to like that in my life.
I should be insulted. He called me puritanical. There’s nothing puritanical about me!
But instead of being mad, I drop to my knees.
Lean forward.
Grab the hem of his stupid bathing suit.
And rip it forward until his cock springs free.
He lets out a low moan when I take him in my mouth. I lean forward over him, sucking, breasts swaying. I let my spit roll down his dick, sloppy and wet. I don’t use my hands, only my mouth and tongue, listening to the dirty sounds it makes and his groans of bliss. I go deep and pull back, gasping, and stare at him in the face.
“I love your taste,” I say quietly. “There’s nothing filthy about it.”
The expression on his face is pure victory.
He’s stunned.
I take his dick in my mouth and suck him more. I know he’s winning too and I don’t care. This is what he wanted. But it’s also what I want.
I choke and stroke, sucking desperately, until he finally pulls me up into his lap. I straddle him, arching my pussy down against his hard dick. His wet shaft rubs against my panties as he kisses me, hungry and desperate, tongue lapping against my teeth. I moan into that kiss, grinding down until he teases my pussy with his fingers.
“Suck my cock, drool and moan, make it wet and dirty all you want, princess, but you’re still just a stuck-up bratva doll begging to get filled, fucked, and ruined.” He pushes my panties aside, thrusts himself forward, and drives his dick into my pussy. “And you’ll always be my fucking toy.”
He rips into me. I grind back against him. The lounge chair rattles against the balcony as we fuck like animals. His hands are in my hair, his mouth on my lips, and I buck down along his shaft over and over again. I don’t care who hears us. I don’t even know my stupid neighbors.
All I want is him. Seamus, my bastard husband. He thinks I’m so buttoned-up? He thinks I’m just formal and stilted?
He can go to hell.
I ride his dick, every single inch of it. He kisses me, fisting my hair, moaning into my mouth.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp, pushing back harder. I’m half sure the chair’s about to break. I kind of hope it does. “Oh my god, keep going.”
“I knew there was a goddess under all those layers of schedules and lists. Under all those strict rules, you’re just a filthy fucking slut waiting to be filled up, isn’t that right?”
“God, yes. Fill me. Use me. Make me come.”
“That’s right, princess. You’ll break for me. You’ll shatter like the dirty fucking girl you are. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it so badly.”
“Tell me you’re filthy.”
“I’m filthy, Seamus. I’m all yours.”
“This pussy is all mine.” He grips my ass and rams into me. We hit a rhythm and I’m right on the edge. My lips are tingling and my head’s a mess. Dimly, I’m aware that I’m doing it again. But I’m not sure what it is and don’t really care.
“Come for me,” he whispers, gripping my hair tight. “Come for your husband, you filthy fucking slut.”
My triggers fully pull and that’s all I need.
The orgasm rips into my core. I can barely breathe as he keeps fucking me. I go boneless and weak as bliss tears me in half. It feels so good I can barely speak, and he keeps going. When the orgasm peaks and begins to pass, I pull back, gasping for breath. Sweat rolls down his perfect chest.
“Mouth,” he commands. “Right now.” I slip off him, dropping to my knees. “That’s a good girl. Lick me clean. Suck me now.”
I taste myself on his shaft as I whimper and suck, his right hand gripping the base of his shaft, but he barely lasts a few seconds before he’s coming in my mouth. I swallow him, moaning, and lovingly clean his shaft when he’s done.
“That’s such a good girl,” he whispers, pulling me into his lap again, big arms wrapped around my body. “Such a good girl.”