Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“How come?” he asked.
“I … I couldn’t bring myself to read her cookbook. It was too painful. I know it’s stupid. She’s been gone for so long, and I dust the shelf and I pull it out, but I don’t ever open it or read it.”
“Was she an amazing cook?” He knew she was, but he had to play along.
“The best.” She sniffled and sat up. “I’m sorry, it’s just been … I … I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” He hadn’t intended for her to cry, but he had hoped she would enjoy the meal.
Out of the corner of his eye, he continued to watch her eat. He noticed she never went for the wine, but instead opted for the water, taking sips in-between enjoying her meal.
Gabriel finished his food first, and he was surprised by how much he enjoyed it.
He didn’t force Faith to have a conversation with him, and allowed her to just be. He found pleasure in just watching her eat. Once they were finished, Faith took the dishes to the kitchen, and he sat, waiting for her to finish them. He sipped at his wine and waited patiently.
Faith returned less than twenty minutes later. She put a hand on her hip and looked at him.
“Come here,” he said.
She surprised him by not arguing and doing exactly as he instructed.
He took hold of her wrist and pushed her ass down on the table in front of him. Putting his glass down on the table beside her, he reached behind and grasped the zip, pulling it down. Removing the dress, along with her bra and panties, he threw them to the floor. They offended him anyway. Faith’s body wasn’t designed to be hidden.
Pushing her down to the table, he picked up his wineglass and slowly dripped a few drops of the liquid across her breasts. He leaned down and flicked his tongue across each nipple, lapping up each drop. He heard her sudden intake of breath.
Running his hand down between her thighs, he cupped her pussy in his palm. He traced the lips of her sex, feeling how wet she was. He pushed a single finger inside her cunt, then a second. She was so tight. He worked the two fingers, spreading them open, and then began to add a third finger.
Using the last of his wine, he poured it over her body and licked it up, enjoying her arching up toward his touch.
With the wine gone and his cock rock-hard, he moved back to his chair. He eased open the belt, pushed down the zipper, and pulled out his cock.
Pressing the tip to her core, he stared into her eyes, and then slowly eased inside her. He took his time, making her get used to the feel of him, and then at the last minute, he grabbed both of her hips and slammed the last few inches inside her. He loved the bounce of her tits.
Gabriel held himself deep inside her, waiting for her cunt to stop pulsing, but he didn’t have the patience. He wanted to fuck her, and he did so, pounding in her pussy, fucking pleased he had the foresight to screw his table to the floor as he took her.
Faith wrapped her legs around his waist and took every single inch of him.
He’d been wanting her all day, and it didn’t take him long to reach his orgasm. The moment he did, he slid as deep as he could get, feeding her womb his seed, wanting it to ripen. He was determined to get her pregnant.
Pulling out of her, he drew her to the edge of the table, but wouldn’t let her sit up or stand.
He spread her legs wide, and then stared at her pretty pussy. Some of his creamy cum spilled out of her, and he pushed it back in, keeping it there as he began to tease her clit.
Gabriel intended for his cum to be inside her for as long as possible. Faith was going to belong to him.
Chapter Five
Faith stared at the bouquet of flowers that arrived the moment she went home. Henry had dropped her off and told her Gabriel would be in touch with her. No date tonight. No sex. It was just her. She had a feeling the florist had been waiting for her to arrive.
They were beautiful bright-red roses, some of her favorite. She accepted them this time, as the card that had been handed to her stated they were from Gabriel. Faith hated to accept anything that had been sent to her anonymously. She thought about the flowers, chocolate, and jewelry that had been sent to her by a secret admirer. She’d returned everything. The last thing she wanted to do was give anyone the wrong impression. All kinds of horror scenarios entered her mind about what could happen. With no name attached to the gifts, they were sent back, politely. She even asked the couriers if they knew who had sent them. Each time, they said no. She wasn’t willing to take that risk.