Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
“Is that so? Did I imagine your hand and legs not so accidentally brushing against my thigh?”
“Hmm. Maybe. Did it work?”
“Do you want it to work?” I run my hand down to her arse, stroking the thong that slips between the crack and then slap the inviting flesh, and she groans, her lips parting. “Judging by how wet and ready you are, I’d say you definitely do. Don’t you know it’s advised to steer clear of murky waters?”
“I was never good with following advice.” She wiggles a little, her breathing growing shallow. “I’m so bad at that. Ask my therapist. Or maybe don’t.”
“Silly, silly fucking girl.” I slap her arse again, and her head slumps forward. “You shouldn’t want me.”
“I could say the same about you. But we’re here now, so do something. I’m a little sore, but I can take it.”
“You can take my cock plowing inside you, huh?”
“Mmm.”
I lick the shell of her ear, something I discovered she loves. A shaky breath rushes out of her as she whimpers, her flesh turning hot to the touch.
And I’m done for.
Fucking finished.
I lose my goddamn mind.
A groan leaves me as I slide a pillow beneath her stomach so she’s settled in an erotic position. With another slap to her arse, I lift up the thong’s elastic band, then let it snap down on her flesh. Her throaty moan echoes in the air, and my dick hardens and strains against my briefs as if her lips are wrapped around it.
I swiftly chase away that impossible image as I unbuckle my belt. “This is going to be fast and rough, beautiful. I can’t slow down or take it easy.”
“Yes, please.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Why do I love the sound of her begging? If she so much as said please outside of sex, I’d let her have anything—my goddamn sanity included.
I shove down my trousers and briefs in one swift go. My engorged cock bobs against my half-exposed abs, precum shining at the tip.
My fingers find her clit and I rub her in methodical circles. She’s so wet, my fingers drip with her arousal and an obscene sound fills the bedroom.
My wife grows pliant, her legs opening farther and her moans turning throatier and deeper.
“Call me beautiful again.” She lifts herself up, her fingers clenching into the mattress.
When I say nothing, she cranes her head to the side, probably to get a look at me. However, I wrap the belt around her throat and hold it and her hair as I shove her face down.
Parting her arse cheeks, I slide my cock against her soaking slit, up and down, in a torturous rhythm that tightens my abs.
Her muffled moans fill the air and she tries to wiggle, to invite me inside her glistening cunt, but I resist.
Barely.
My grip on the belt turns deadly, until I’m sure it’ll snap under the pressure.
There’s nothing I’d love more than to claim her like a fucking animal and watch her blood mix with my cum again, but that sick thought would only make me lose her for good.
So I continue rubbing our juices together, the sound echoing in the air as the smell of her sweet cunt flares my nostrils.
“Eli…oh my God…” she mumbles. “Please…”
I can feel her thighs shaking as she rides and humps my cock. I remain still for a moment, watching her pink cunt sliding up and down my length in jerky, desperate movements that still look sophisticated and innocent.
Christ.
I never knew a pussy could look so fucking erotic, so beautiful that I want to break it.
Which is a goddamn problem, considering my attempts to put her back together.
Though, deep down, very deep in my black demented soul, I do want to break her to fucking pieces.
Maybe I’ll do that after I glue her back together so that she never finds her way out of my orbit.
My cage.
My fucking grip.
I thrust all the way inside her in one go. The sudden motion renders her frozen as a whimper falls from her lips.
Her cunt tightens around my cock, strangling me for dear life. I allow her a second to adjust, my harsh breathing matching her strained pants.
Once I feel her relaxing, I drive into her with collected deep thrusts until she’s entirely slumped over the pillow. “You look so fucking beautiful when you’re being torn apart by my cock, Mrs. King.”
She clenches around me, her throaty soft moans filling the air like a chant—witchcraft whose sole purpose is to dismantle me to fucking pieces.
“You’re the most beautiful when your tight little cunt is being railed by me. You’re dripping for me and taking my cock so well. That’s it, mmm, show me how much you’re mine, wife.”
Her little body rocks back and forth, her arse rubbing against my groin, and I slap it a few times. She releases stuffy long moans and I fuck her harder, deeper.