Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
At all costs.
His thick flesh grows as I ride him. His hands are everywhere. In my hair, pulling me down to his chest as the flexing of his hips takes over, using me on top of him like a living sex doll, fucking, wet, hard, and fast as he tells me all the depraved things that are in my future.
My dark cowboy is letting himself go as well, and I can’t wait to receive it all. Be his everything, as he is mine.
“I’m going to take such good care of you,” he growls in my ear, hand in my hair, pulling as his dick robs me of whatever virginity I might have had left.
I vaguely hear the snap, snap of the camera moving around, and I see Roman bare his teeth at the man.
“You like what you see?” he bellows. “You’ll never have it. It’s all mine. Watch what only I will ever do to this body.”
In a flash, I’m in the air, and I feel his manhood leave my body, but only for an instant before I’m on my knees, face flattened on the rug as Roman slams into me with a roar in one brutal thrust.
“You like getting mounted by the stallion, don't you? It’s breeding time for this mare, and buck and bite and kick all you want, I’m fucking you filthy until you’re full of me, whether you like it or not.”
My inner brat ignites, and I do just that. I wiggle and twist and kick, but Roman has me in his grip. He’s fucking through my fury, my tears, the years of holding all this back as the photographer catches every moment.
The mascara running down my face, the marks my husband leaves on my body. All of it, captured for all time.
God, I love it all. Being watched, being held down, being force-fucked by my husband.
“Goddamn, Kicker. You’re giving Daddy a run for his money. I’m three times your size. You’ll never get me off this pussy. You better get used to living with a cock in your greedy little girl hole.”
His filthy words and the man standing in front of us, capturing our union, send me into that blissful nothingness again as Roman’s heat fills me.
“You love getting fucked raw by your Daddy, don’t you? Don’t you?”
I nod and come and sob and collapse.
His thrusts slow, but that doesn’t stop my body from quaking, or the world from shifting beneath me. My orgasm is a tornado, spinning and kicking up dust inside of me and throwing cows through the air. Roman’s hands claw down my back as he roars his own release. Our flesh is slapping, and my hair sticks to my face, his cock driving so deep, I’m blind and deaf as our pleasure binds us together in a way no piece of paper ever could.
When blood finally returns to my brain, the photographer is gone, but my new fetish for being watched by a man who knows who I belong to is deeply cemented into my pleasure zones.
My heart pounds as Roman’s last thrusts turn slow and soft, a mixture of us coating the insides of my thighs as he eases us down onto the rug, curling his massive body behind mine, his cock still stuffed inside of me as I clench around him, never wanting him to leave.
We lie there for a few breaths, his hands pinching the hair from my face, kissing my shoulder, biting me in sharp reminders of who I belong to now.
“What if my dad is mad? What if he doesn’t give us his blessing?” I mumble my old fear, sorry that it’s invading our moment, but also knowing this man is my safe place, and he wants all of me.
Even the hard parts.
“You’re mine. I’ll make sure I’m the man he needs me to be for you. I want to be that, too, baby. Why do you think I waited so fucking long? Because this...” He bucks his hips, making me wince and hiss, the throbbing realization of this being my first time hitting me as the lust haze clears. “I can’t believe we put this off for so long.”
“We’re family,” I moan, my hands going to my belly. “And maybe our family is growing right now.”
That thought sends warmth through me in a flush, and Roman pulls me tighter, arms locked around me like iron gates.
“I’m going to give you everything, baby. I’m going to love you, and take care of you, and feed you, and fuck you, and make your dreams come true. You just give me everything that is Emily Marshall, every day for the rest of our lives. That’s it. I’ll do the rest.”
“Okay.” I smile, settling into his possessive hold. “Our families are just gonna flip, and I just want everyone to be as happy as I am right now.”