Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
She breathes in and out, her heavy-lidded gaze fastened on my dick, whimpering when I start to stroke it faster.
“I l-like when you feel pleasure. I like giving it to you.”
“Then take everything. Share everything with me.” I slip my tongue into her mouth and explore the honey-sweet taste of her from above, leaving her mewling for more. “My good girl gets whatever the fuck she wants, huh?”
“I want you,” she whines, squirming on the pearls, the gray balls shining with her need.
My cock swells eagerly, wanting to meet her needs. Now.
“Almost there, Vida. I don’t know how often you’re going to let me get away with this.” I reach across the marble island for the next box. A pink one with a silver rose fastened to the top. I slip the ornate bottle of perfume out and lift the heavy cap, sniffing, sighing with satisfaction. “I told my buyer to find something that smells like innocence, coastal wind, and lilacs, like you. Nothing could ever be so sweet, but this will do. I’ve had it flown in from Milan.” I drag the glass wand between her tits and lean down to smell the combination of summer lilac with her already intoxicating aroma. “Fuck,” I mutter, holding the wand to her nose and watching as her eyes slide closed in bliss. “It’s the next best thing to bottling you, angel.”
“You smell like grapefruit and musk.” Her voice is so low, I have to lean in close to hear her. “Yesterday, you were at the gym, so I went to your room and…”
I stop breathing, my ear nearly pressed to her mouth.
“What did you do, Vida?”
“I lay in your bed. I smelled your pillows.” She drops her voice to a whisper. “I licked your sheets.”
My knees almost buckle from the onslaught of desire. Gratitude. “Thank God I’m not in this obsession alone,” I growl, mauling her mouth as I grip her bare ass and jerk her to the edge of the island, her breath stuttering out when my hips cram in tight between her thighs, our eyes locking. Oh yes, she’s in deep, too. I’m far from alone. “Being your man is going to be heaven and hell, isn’t it? Heaven because you’re mine, hell because I can never make you mine enough. No amount of you will ever be enough.”
She drops her hand and takes over the job of teasing my dick, squeezing my girth up and down, her tongue winding with mine.
“You’ll have fun trying, though.”
I can’t drag this out any longer.
The need to bang her into a stupor is eating me alive.
One more box.
Pressed up against her fuck-tight body, I somehow find the wherewithal to drag over the final box, flipping open the lid and taking out one of the truffles inside.
“Velvet truffles from the Scottish Highlands. Bite and chew carefully, angel. Don’t swallow.”
Watching her mouth plump around the treat makes me groan, but I keep my attention on her face, noticing the immediate enjoyment blanket her features, followed by the realization that there is something hard in her mouth.
“Taste it?” I ask gruffly, leaning in to kiss her, using my tongue to transfer the object into my mouth before taking it out safely and holding it up between us. “That’s your future.”
She stares down at the diamond ring with tears in her eyes. “Tripp…”
“You know I wanted to go way over the top, but I knew my angel wouldn’t want that. I went for sweet and practical, like you.” I run a thumb over the black stones that encircle the diamond. “This is your dark matter. Holding you together.”
Her chin lifts on a husky sound, twin tears coursing down her cheeks. “It’s perfect.”
“The ring might be perfect, but I’m not, angel.” I haul her close, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’m asking you to please marry me, anyway. Let me be your husband.”
“Yes.”
Her lack of hesitation is everything my heart needs. My own eyes grow wet, but the joy of knowing Vida is going to be my wife doesn’t dull the starvation of my body. Not one iota.
In fact, her agreement, and the way she allows me to slide the ring onto her finger, only makes the need to cure my lust more imminent.
“Come here, angel,” I say, my breathing already labored, my hands almost clumsy in their haste to yank her off the island and fill her with my stiff cock.
“Tripp!” she screams, her cunt tightening up around me like a fucking zip tie, making me roar a curse. Holy shit, she puts all the gifts I gave her tonight to shame with the silk extravagance between her thighs. She shakes in my arms, moisture seeping out of her and onto my ball sac, already in the throes of her first orgasm of the night, and I haven’t even pumped once. “Oh God! Oh God. I wasn’t…I wasn’t expecting…”