Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“That’s quickly becoming a theme in our marriage.”
I groan, glaring at him as he pulls his hips away from me and sinks them into the mattress. This was fun at first. Now, not so much.
“You sound agitated,” he says, his thumbs tapping the screen.
“You’re hilarious. But wait until it’s me denying you. We’ll see how entertained you are then.”
He doesn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Did you know that foxes love to play?”
“Keep it up, and you’re going to be one fox playing all alone.”
He fights a grin. “Well, that tracks. It says here that foxes can play with other foxes …”
He drops the phone far enough to see me over the top. His brows are raised. This option is far too entertaining for him.
“I would be very careful before you play with other foxes,” I say, raising my brows right back at him.
“They also play with other animals, which really isn’t my speed, or they can play alone.”
I reach for his phone, but he pulls it away.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “Now isn’t the time to be looking up fox facts.”
He tosses the phone on the other side of the bed and laughs. “It’s that random number again.”
“They’re still texting you?”
He grips my hips and positions me back over his cock again. “I’ve only gotten a couple of them.” His forehead wrinkles as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. “I have an idea of who it might be, but I’m not sure.”
“Who is it?”
He leans forward and grins. “I can’t tell you.” He swipes his tongue across my lips before capturing my reply with his mouth. I melt into him, my body turning to mush, as he takes command of the situation.
Like he wasn’t in control before. He’s always in control.
He’s so hard against my slit that I don’t know how he’s holding it together. My thighs are sticky, and my pussy’s hot as I work my body against his, trying desperately to find the perfect amount of friction that will send me over the edge.
“Are you ready to be a good girl?” he asks, breaking our kiss and lying back again.
He laces our fingers together and holds them in the air. It gives me leverage to work with. I moan as the head of his cock strokes my swollen bud.
Just a few more times …
“Whose pussy is this, Bianca?” he asks, shoving his hips into me. “Answer the question, and you can have it.”
I close my eyes, wanting to deny him. I love his fierceness when he doesn’t get what he wants. I love his passion when he goes after it.
When he goes after me.
“I’m sorry,” I say, forming an eight with my hips. “What was the question?”
I squeal as he flips me onto my back before I know what’s happening. I’m panting, my heart pounding, as he climbs on top of me.
One hand on each side of my head, he uses his knee to roughly part my legs.
I hiccup a breath, so ready for him that I might fall apart from the look in his eyes.
He leans forward, taking my lip between his teeth. I hiss as he tugs just far enough so it burns.
“Now,” he says, positioning himself at my opening. The head teases the hole before he adjusts himself, so it presses against my clit. “You have one last chance to answer my question.”
“Or what?”
He grins. “You’re going to have to decide whether that’s a gamble you’re willing to take.”
He toys with me, spreading my juices all over my pussy with his cock. All I can think about is how good it’s going to feel when he plunges into me.
I grip his shoulders and dig my fingernails into his flesh.
His eyes hood as he senses my willingness to cooperate—that he’s on the precipice of winning our little battle.
My legs wrap around his waist. I grin. “Do you feel this?”
He hums in agreement.
“This wet, tight, hungry pussy is all yours—ah!” I say, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he slams deep inside me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Say it again,” he says, punctuating every word with a hard thrust. “Tell me you’re mine, Bianca.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours.”
He sinks inside me, rolling his hips. “Again.”
“I’m yours, dammit,” I say, my voice nearly a scream.
I can’t hold back. I can’t screw with him or torture myself any longer.
He pounds into me so hard that my head rams into the headboard. The wood bangs into the wall once, twice, three times.
“Open your eyes,” he demands. His tone brooks no argument.
My lashes part, and I stare into his eyes.
“Let me watch you come,” he says.
He encases my shoulders in his giant palms and shoves me down onto him as he pushes inside me. The pressure is intense. The force exquisite. I’m jetted to the top of the cliff and shoved over the other side.