Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“You’re already wet, angel.” A single finger traces through me, parting my lips. I inhale deeply as he slips one inside. “Five years and this pussy is still soaked for me the moment I walk through the door.”
“Even before,” I correct him, my hips already bucking back against his finger. “And that’s your fault.”
“You’re goddamn right it is,” he growls, curling his finger in just the right way that sends my head tilting back. His thumb finds my clit, and he presses down with that precise amount of pressure and perfect stroke that he’s memorized since the very first time. “Tell me, angel, who does this belong to?”
A moan drips from my lips as I grip the counter’s edge. “You know who.”
He slides his finger out of me, and I whimper at the loss.
“Then say it.” His voice drops an octave, causing my bones to tingle and my body to open for him. I’m desperate. “Whose is it?”
“Yours,” I reply firmly. “Sir.”
He kisses me hard and deep, his tongue claiming mine. I swallow his groan as his hands unbuckle his belt. One quick jerk from his hand, and he’s there, pressing against my entrance, the thick tip of his manhood so swollen and smooth.
Even after hundreds of times of him being inside me, the anticipation still gets my heart going. His size still shocks me. I don’t know why. I should be used to it by now.
Maybe it’s because he still stretches me. Still makes me feel like I’m molding to his fit every time he takes me.
“Careful,” I tease, rubbing my belly. “Your son is in there.”
Something flares in his eyes. His hunger transforms into something even more primal—a possessiveness that goes straight into me. He slides one hand under my belly, cradling it with his palm, and pushes inside me with his cock, slow and deep, stealing my breath away.
“Oh, I know.” He nods. “I put him there.”
My walls clench around him so tightly he growls and grabs a handful of my hair. I can’t help but feel proud. It’s been five years, and I can still make this man’s knees buckle.
He grips my hips hard and starts to pound me. Long, deliberate strokes, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in with a force that shakes the plates in the cabinet above.
My legs lock instinctively around his waist. My fingers rake through his hair, which is now threaded with silver spots around the temples, somehow making him look even more dangerous.
“Harder,” I urge him. “You know I can take it.”
“Oh, I know you can, angel.” His rhythm picks up—faster and rougher. The counter creaks beneath me with every thrust. “You’ve been able to take all of me. Ever since the first time.”
He’s right. So right.
Ever since the first time I put my hand on his sex in his office, since the first time I knelt down for him, I’ve taken everything. And all I want is more.
“Come for me, angel,” he commands, his thumb circling my clit as he drives into me. The two sensations at once are almost an overload. I’m right there already. “Let me hear it.”
Beth’s asleep. Her bedroom is down the hall, and I closed the door behind me.
I go off, and I’m not quiet about it.
My orgasm tears through me with such force that all my muscles go tense and my back arches off the cabinets. I cry out my husband’s name, and he catches it with his mouth, covering my lips with his through every spasm while my folds contract around him over and over again.
He follows with me a few seconds later, burying himself deep inside as he goes off. I feel the hot, sticky, wonderful spray of his release as it spreads inside me.
The familiar pulse of his cock deep inside as he kisses my neck simply heightens what I’m already feeling. I inhale deeply, feeling the pride that comes from knowing that I’m the one responsible for this. That I made him go off like that.
His hips jerk once more, driving deep inside, and then he goes still. His chest rises and falls as he takes deep breaths, and his heart pounds against mine.
We lie there a long time, connected, breathing as one.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs. I couldn’t count how many times he’s told me that, but they’ve never sounded routine. He means it each and every single time, and I know that.
“And I love you,” I reply, stroking the back of his neck. “Even though you trapped me with an illegal contract.”
He bursts out laughing, a deep, hearty laugh that shakes his chest and makes his eyes nearly close. It’s right up there with my favorite sounds in the world. And knowing I’m one of maybe three people who have ever heard it only makes it that much more special.