Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
She moved her hand between us, resting it on my lower stomach as if to ease me back from entering her farther and something glinted in the light. I lifted her hand and looked down at the rings on her finger.
The rings, his rings were still on her finger. I learned another truth then. That seeing red shit is real. I literally saw not only red but a whole myriad of colors, all of them dark, before my vision cleared again. I dragged them off her finger angrily and though I knew I was being unreasonable I didn’t seem able to help my reaction.
“I don’t want these on your finger.” I was tempted to open a window and toss the shits, but I’d have to pull out of her to do that and no way in hell was that going to happen. So I threw them across the room instead. The maid can pick them up in the vacuum tomorrow.
I looked back down at her with my cock still seeking entrance, still barely lodged inside her opening. She was so tight I still could only get a little more than the head of my cock in her so far. “When was the last time he had you?” She started to struggle against me at my words but I refused to let go. “Tell me.”
Her stubborn ass kept her mouth shut and at the thought of him having her like this, anger rose up to choke me and I forgot to be careful as I slammed my cock into her harder than I intended to. My heart slammed against my ribcage and I stared down at her in disbelief.
Her head went back and her mouth fell open seconds before the room was filled with a loud scream. But I was too distracted by what I’d just felt, by the tightness around my cock. How could this be? Is this my wishful thinking at work?
If I didn’t know better I’d swear she was a virgin that’s how fucking tight she was. But there was no blood on my cock when I slid out before driving back in, and no barrier of innocence. But there was definitely something off. For a married woman to be this tight… “I asked you a question.”
“Please.” There were tears in her eyes that I didn’t understand. Why would that question make her cry? Or put that look in her eyes? But still it was her eyes that calmed me down and brought me back from wherever the hell I’d gone to in my head. Such sadness, why?
I let it go for now, it wasn’t the time. Besides the feel of her around my cock couldn’t be ignored. “Shh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I calmed her with soothing kisses until she stopped sniffling. “Better?”
She nodded against my chest and I took my time and concentrated on getting the rest of my cock deep inside her while holding her eyes with mine, looking for any sign that I was still hurting her with my cock.
Each time she winced or moaned I’d ease off and start all over again. I felt like a bastard for causing her pain with every move I made into her. I put a hand between us and went after her clit and her pitiful moans soon became sounds of pleasure, sounds that went straight to my heart and made their way to my cock.
I got so lost in her, so caught up in what we were finally sharing together that I forgot everything else but the feel of her silky soft heat wrapped around my cock as I pulled out and eased back into her inch by inch. With each stroke I fell deeper under her spell.
I’m pretty sure her pussy’s a fucking trap. The shit felt like she had everything that was good in the world hidden inside her and my cock went on a treasure hunt. His dumb ass didn’t know that he was well and truly fucked, not that he gave a damn. He’s never been this happy in his life.
Each fuck into her was better than the last and I knew I was in trouble. I’m never going to get enough, never going to want her out of my sight ever again. I’ll just spend every free moment with her like this, making up for all the time we’ve lost.
What the fuck! I expected her to do some shit like this to me if I ever had her, but I never imagined anything this extreme. Never imagined that I’d be this damn addicted to having her under me, and for damn sure not this quick.
I have shit to do, I can’t stay fucking her. Realistically I know that’s true, but right this minute I couldn’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing for the rest of my life but fucking her like this. Danger signals were already flashing inside my head and if she were anyone else I’d put up my barriers. It was just like the first time we met. That instant feeling of knowing, wanting.