Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Slipping a hand between the desk and her pussy I sink into her folds, and use two fingers to stroke her clit. She bucks her hips forward, and moans against the desk, and I stop both touching her clit and fucking her all at once.
"What the hell? Sebastian!” She whimpers with frustration.
"Say it," I demand again. “Say it, and I will make you come so hard you won’t remember what pissed you off.”
I toy with her some more as she goes silent, but like before, it doesn’t take long to build her up and then pull her back down again. Squirming in my hold, she tries to fight against me, seeking out any little bit of friction she can get, but I’m a master at manipulation and could do this all night if need be.
“Oh no you don’t. Tell me what I want to hear, and then I will let you come.”
“Sebastian…” She groans and tries to push back against me, her cunt tightening and drawing me in deeper, and it’s by the damn grace of God I resist the urge to rut deep inside of her and give us both the ending we seek.
“Fucking do it. Say it.” I say the word with a bite of pain, my balls wanting to explode.
“I’m your wife. Your fucking wife!” She cries.
The moment the words leave her lips I start to fuck her again. I blanket her back with my chest and press kisses to the side of her throat while I pinch her clit between my fingers, fucking her hard and fast. Her muscles spasm, and I know she’s about to fall off the cliff's edge of pleasure.
“Oh God!” She moans, and her legs tremble, while her channel pulses around me. Holy fuck. I can’t hold back anymore. Three more thrusts inside her wet heat, and I explode, coming so hard black spots form in my vision. I’m riding a wave of euphoric pleasure I want to last forever.
Once her muscles relax and I can move without gritting my teeth I slip out of her.
“Stay.” I order softly, and rest my hand against her lower back in case she tries to move.
“What are you doing?” she asks, peering at me over her shoulder.
“Putting my cum back where it belongs.”
I slip a hand between her luscious thighs, and with my fingers I collect the cum leaking out of her and down her legs. Then I carefully push it back inside her, making certain it gets nice and deep.
Trapping her like this was never part of the plan, but I will do whatever I need to ensure she stays with me. She remains lying flat against the desk, and once I’m satisfied I pull her panties back up to keep it all in place. I clean myself up and reach for her. She lets me help her to her feet, but I don’t miss the slight wince on her face when she tries to walk past me.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Does it matter?” She looks away from me and down at the floor.
“Yes, it fucking matters.” I cup her cheek and tilt her face up to mine. Softening my voice, I ask, “Where does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt. I’m just a little sore is all.”
“Are you sure?” I press. As much of an asshole as I am, I don't want to hurt her. I want to be better than anyone else in her life: past, present, and future.
"Yes, I’m sure. But I will tell you that you’re an asshole.”
I smile. "I know.”
Less angry and more relaxed than I’ve been all morning, I gently pick her up, step over the cereal mess, and carry her back into the kitchen. When we reach the counter, I deposit her there and then wash my hands at the sink. I can feel her eyes on me as I walk to the fridge, grab the eggs and cheese, and place them on the marble next to the stove.
“What are you doing?”
I don't look at her while I grab a pan, toss some butter in, crack a couple eggs, and slowly start to heat them up. "Making you something to eat since you dropped your breakfast on the floor."
She sighs. "I’m sorry. It... I know I overreacted. Hearing my fathers voice…it just…it scared me.”
Now I look at her. "I can only imagine, but you don’t have to be scared anymore. We’re a team. I’ve got you.”
She scans my features carefully. "You keep saying that, but I can’t make myself believe it."
I shake the skillet, coating it with the eggs while I work it with a spatula. "You know I don’t say anything that I don’t mean, and I don’t make promises I can’t keep. Whatever happens, I’m here.”
I focus my attention back on the eggs, because I don't want to see the rejection on her face while my cum still drips from her. We’re still on unstable ground, and even if she knows how I feel about her, I don’t think she’s changed her mind about us so suddenly.