Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
He clenched his hands into fists and waited.
Slowly, she took him deep inside her cunt, and then he held onto her hips and pulled her down onto him the last few inches. She had already moved her hand out of the way. They both moaned together.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re wet. Do you like being on my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, fuck me.”
She opened her eyes and released a gasp.
Morgan put her hands on his chest and then began to lower herself up and down onto his length. Carver knew he hadn’t thought this through. Her tight pussy, watching her tits bounce, and just being with Morgan was a fucking sex dream in the flesh.
This woman was fucking everything. It was like someone had been paying attention to his dreams and wishes and had finally granted him a woman just for him. He wanted to take over so badly, but at the same time, he loved watching Morgan as she worked her tight cunt over his dick.
Carver was already close to erupting, but he somehow managed to hold onto it. Gritting his teeth, he watched her, feeling her body as she moved over him. She began slowly, working her pussy onto his length, sliding up and down over his dick.
He glanced down, seeing how wet his cock was, glistening from her own arousal. He’d already filled her with his cum once, and he was going to do so again. Again, he gritted his teeth, and when he couldn’t take it another moment, he grabbed her, spinning her to the bed, and holding her in place as he fucked her. He stared into her eyes, making sure he didn’t cause her any pain. He wanted Morgan to be out of her mind with pleasure.
Driving in hard and deep, he watched her, knowing this woman was his. He would never let her go. She was going to belong to him forever. Morgan was his wife.
She opened her eyes, and he thrust inside her one final time and came, spilling his cum within her, every drop.
Chapter Eight
Several Days Later
“I don’t want to,” Morgan said. Even to her own ears, she sounded like a child.
“Seriously, I offer to buy you a whole new wardrobe, and you’re not interested?” he asked.
Morgan glanced around as people passed them on the street. The last few days had been a blur. Carver hadn’t left the house, and they hadn’t left his room. He’d gone for food, and they enjoyed bathing, but they’d spent the rest of the time exploring one another.
This morning, Carver had been there and promised her a shopping trip. She hadn’t been expecting anything, and yet she was going to get a shopping trip. This was insane.
They had gone to three different shops, but Morgan didn’t want to be clothes shopping with Carver. Standing in a changing room, while he waited to see whatever outfits she chose. That might have sounded fun to other women, but she just wanted to spend time with him.
“I’m not interested. You’ll get me the clothes you think I need,” she said. She put her hand on his chest, because she didn’t want him to think she was being ungrateful, which was probably how it sounded.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“To spend time with you.” She glanced over toward the park. There were already a lot of people but she didn’t care. “Come on.”
They could order clothes online. She wanted to spend this time with her husband, where she didn’t have to be trying on random clothes, and they could have some fun together.
“Morgan,” he said.
He used that dominating tone that said he wasn’t happy.
She stopped at the entrance to the park and turned toward him. They had no choice but to move out of the way for a couple. Morgan offered them a smile, but the couple were more focused on each other than anyone around them.
“Yes, Carver,” she said.
“I want you to have everything your heart desires,” he said.
She took a step toward him. “Then I’d love to have a dog.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “But, this is what I want. To spend time with you. Not to spend your money.”
“It’s our money.”
“No, your money. You earn it. I don’t do anything,” she said.
She took his hand and walked him into the park. Already, she felt that was an achievement, and she let out a gasp and a smile.
Carver smirked.
It was the most she was going to get outside. Back at home, he’d smile and wouldn’t hold back. Now, they were in the real world.
“Why did you bring me out here?” she asked, holding onto his hand. She knew it was a risk.
“I wanted to spend some time with you, and we don’t always have to be locked away in my home.”
“But, it’s safe,” she said.