Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“Harder,” he commands as his hands go straight for my nipples. He shoves the soft linen of my shirt aside, baring my breasts to the cool afternoon air. He looks down at my chest, his eyes eating me up. “You’re gorgeous, wife of mine. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”
This man knows exactly how to make me feel sexy as hell. “Well, you’ve only known me for a week.”
He cups a breast, his hand skimming my sensitive skin. He leans in. “Don’t joke now. I’ve waited my whole life for this. I might not have known your face, but I knew you. You were made for me. Everything I’ve suffered through, I did it to bring you to me.”
This man knows how to make me feel loved. Tears well in my eyes. I reach up and cup his face. He’s gone through hell, and yet I have the distinct feeling he means every word. He would go through it again if it brought us together. I suddenly realize that I would do the same. I would make all the same choices, go through the same pain, if it means standing here with this man.
“I want to be your wife, Cian Finn. I’m so proud to be your wife.”
My nipples are hard pebbles as he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger. He closes his eyes for a moment as he cups my breasts. I feel his deep satisfaction at the contact and know he can sense how much I enjoy it, too. He molds my breasts with one hand as he pulls me close with the other. He kisses me, his tongue singing with his need.
I slide my hand over my husband’s erection. I press against his cock as his hips move helplessly against my palm. He’s huge, and I can already feel his arousal beginning to seep from the slit, wetting his trousers. “We need to get home.”
“No time,” he says. I find myself on my back looking up at the green canopy of trees. Cian towers over me. He starts to work on the ties of his pants, his hands shaking slightly. His voice is perfectly clear, though. It’s dark and rich and flows over me with command. “Lift your skirts.”
I struggle to sit up. He can’t mean to do this here. This trail is well-used. “Ci, we’re out in the open.”
I try to be reasonable, but it’s hard. He isn’t guarding his thoughts. He’s pushing them toward me. I can see an image of what he wants to do to me, and it’s dark and nasty and so tempting I want to cry. It makes me wet and ready for him. He wants to lie back in the grass and grip my hips. He wants to skewer me with his cock. He wants to pound into me so hard my breasts bounce. I can feel my pussy start to pulse, desperate to have him inside. His need starts an ache in me, but we aren’t far from the goblin cave. Anyone can come walking along.
“I said lift your skirts.” His beautiful face is slightly savage. He’s gotten his cock free, and he’s his brother’s twin. Cian’s cock is huge. He strokes it as though trying to placate the monster. “I want to see your pussy. Megan, I won’t ask again. I won’t accept anything less than what you’re willing to give my brother. I’m in charge of this, and you’re going to obey. Is that understood?”
He’s trying to give me exactly what I said I want. He’s trying to top me, and I respond. It feels good to chuck my inhibitions and concentrate on pleasing him. I spread my legs and pull my skirt up. I’m not wearing underwear. It’s so much easier because I can feel how much I please him. It radiates from his soul.
“You have a gorgeous pussy, Meggie mine. Now turn over and let me see that ass. I need to make a few things clear to you.”
I have to force myself to breathe. I turn over, the grass soft under my knees.
“Higher, Meg. I want that ass in the air.”
I lean over, putting my face in the grass, forcing my backside high.
His hand comes down in a stinging slap. “That’s for keeping me waiting.”
I have to smile. I disobeyed him all day, but I get that little slap for making him wait for sex. That’s my Cian.
“You won’t make me wait again.” Cian slaps my other cheek and then spreads me wide. “Now, look at that, won’t you? I’m going to fuck you here, Meg. Not today, but eventually. I’m going to rub oil all over my cock, and I’ll fuck this pretty asshole. And you’ll let me, won’t you?”
I close my eyes. He’s staring at my asshole, and it’s doing something for me. “Yes, Cian. I’ll let you.”