Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Is that bad?” I tease, giving him a little pout.
“Hell no, it’s not bad.” He rolls onto his back, bringing me with him and in a matter of seconds, I’m on top of Caleb—and I squeal in alarm, in happiness, like a much freer version of who I was before. I’m a girl who pouts and squeals and straddles a man, naked, preening and arching her back, so that he groans at the sight of her breasts, reaching out with eager hands to touch them. Bat them gently, delivering arousing slaps to my nipples, before kneading them in firm hands. “I didn’t wear a condom, angel.”
His thumbs tease my nipples with slow circles and the targeted, prolonged attention causes a restlessness in my hips, dampness to slither through my flesh. And my hips begin to undulate automatically, my bare, wet sex dragging up and back on the ridge of his erection, my pussy parting to cradle him, paint him root to tip with my arousal.
“My job is to protect you in every way,” he continues. “But it’s getting harder and harder to battle that side of me that needs to…”
“Claim me?” I murmur, working my lower body a bit faster. “You have.”
“More,” he growls, his eyes going from blue to obsidian. “I need more. All.”
I’m carried away on a current so swift, I don’t even attempt to reach for a branch to stop me from tearing down a river of obsession. Love. Unmitigated lust. I follow the instincts he’s awoken in me, lean forward and speak against Caleb’s panting mouth. “Maybe you need to fuck me in front of him.”
It’s almost like Caleb has been hit by shocker paddles.
Dark energy surges through him, his physique rippling and hardening, his nostrils flaring as he drags me down into a wild kiss, his hand guiding his superior length between my thighs and slamming home, my resulting squeal a mixture of pressure and excitement. He holds my face tightly in his hands, his maddened eyes boring into mine while he hammers me from below, sweat breaking out on his face and chest.
“Don’t tempt me, Ashley. I will do it.”
There are so many snares, so much that would need to be unraveled for my marriage to be dissolved, but I play along with the fantasy, because…yes. Yes, it turns me on in the wickedest way possible, imagining Caleb and I giving each other pleasure in front of the devil who only ever gave me pain. Proving I’m not cold. Reveling in my newfound happiness and sexuality without any shame. Out from under his control and into mine.
“Can I call you Daddy while he’s watching us?”
The trunk of his sweaty torso twists in the lamplight, his teeth gnashing. The scenario we’re both imagining appeals to Caleb, too. A lot. But he’s focused in on my face, as usual, searching my eyes, making determinations. Counseling me even while I’m riding him. “Keep going, angel. This is healing you.”
I think…he’s right.
There’s something heavy climbing my sternum, bursting free of me in waves. A sense that I was built to be a victim. I’m not one. I’m whatever I choose to be. If I want to be a sex kitten or a witch or celibate, that’s what I’ll do. I decide.
And I decide on him.
I choose to feel the impact of his thrusts, his hips slapping up beneath mine, my sex stretching to take him, my hips angled in a way that allows slippery flesh to graze my swollen clit, sending zings to my hair follicles, fingertips, to say nothing of my gripping core, already poised for another release.
Abandoning myself to the wickedness, I lean down and capture his thickness, squeezing too tight for him to move, clamping until he roars my name, but all I do is smile and lick his sculpted mouth. “I’m going unzip your pants in front of him and show him what a real man looks like.” Still holding his inches hostage, I wiggle my hips and his pupils bleed into his darkened irises, his stomach flexing to iron against mine. “Big and sturdy. Heavy. Balls like a bull.” I lap at his tongue. “The kind of man a woman swallows for.”
My world turns upside down in the wake of those words.
I’m looking down into his fierce eyes one second and the next, I’m face down, ass up with my wrists pinned at the small of my back.
Caleb enters me again with such ferocity, I scream, but the sound is muffled by the mattress, which creaks in time with his drives, his ragged moans loud in the once silent room, that thick appendage finding its home deep inside my body, the power of his invasion lifting my knees off the bed again, again, again, bliss culminating in that pleasure palace just beneath my navel, the intense quickening making me sob and rut my hips back to greet his charges, our smacking flesh loud and crude and glorious.