Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Go tell the others I’ll be back from my honeymoon tonight. Tomorrow morning, we’ll have a big meeting of the family heads.”
“Alright, I think they can survive until then.”
“Make sure Sona’s present as well.”
His eyebrows raise. “You think that’s a good idea?”
“Doesn’t matter. I want her there.”
“Whatever you say, brother.”
I’m feeling light as I walk through the mansion. Maud’s happy to see me out and about, although she does her best not to smother me. Still, my favorite lunch is waiting: pasta fagioli soup with some homemade crusty bread. I have a taste and promise to sit down for a big bowl later on.
But first, I want to see my wife.
I find her in the nursery. She’s humming to herself as she folds some onesies and burp towels and puts them into a drawer. I watch her from the doorway, not hiding this time, but I don’t want to disturb the moment yet.
She’s so fucking perfect. The way she moves, almost twitchy and abrupt, the way she keeps shoving her hair from her face, the piercings, her off-pitch singing. Everything about her. It’s imperfect and messy, and fucking right.
“I guess it’s an improvement if you’re going to stare at me from over there instead of in the walls,” she says, grinning up at me. She throws a towel over and I snatch it from the air.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Did I mention some of your guards thought the house was haunted?”
“Oh, it definitely is.” I fold the towel and put it away. “Or it was, but not anymore.”
“Yeah? You busted those ghosts?”
“Dealt with them at least.” I take her by the hips and kiss her. The kiss turns hungry as my tongue explores her mouth.
“I missed this,” she says when I crush her up against the wall.
“Yeah? Did you? What a filthy fucking girl.”
She laughs lightly as I bite her shoulder. “A girl’s got needs, you know.”
“You have lots and lots of needs.”
“Damn right I do. Gonna satisfy them or are you gonna keep talking?”
“Mouthy fucking girl.” I grab her hair roughly and unzip my pants with one hand. “Now I have to punish your pretty little mouth.”
She’s grinning wildly. “Go ahead and try, you big prick.”
I shove her down to her knees. She whimpers as I keep her hands above her head and slide my dick into her mouth. I moan as I fuck her face. Spit and drool drips down my shaft, down her chin. She gags and gasps for air, and I drag her over to the crib.
“Right here?” she whimpers as I rip down her sweats and tease her pussy with one hand. She’s dripping fucking wet.
“Right here,” I say and press the tip of my cock against her. I grab onto her hair and kiss her over her shoulder as I bury myself deep into her silky little pussy.
“Well, fuck,” she moans. I sink deep to the hilt. “I guess you can fuck me wherever and it’ll feel like goddamn heaven.”
“That’s right, baby,” I say as she grips the edge of the crib. I fuck her deeper and hard, spanking her ass roughly. I shove my fingers in her mouth, make her suck them and get them nice and wet, before I rub her swollen clit with them while fucking her from behind. “You’re my wife. You’re my everything. But most of all, you’re my filthy fucking slut, and I’m going to devour every inch of your dirty little cunt.”
“Bad boy,” she moans. “Watch your mouth. I’m pregnant with your child.”
“Right now, you’re nothing more than my beautiful, filthy fucking wife, doing your duty by taking my big cock.”
“Yeah? It’s my job to fuck you?”
“It’s your job to come until your knees give out.”
“Mmmm, suddenly I like work.” She bucks against me, grinning wildly. I fill her faster, pumping in and out as I stroke her clit. The crib bangs against the wall, the slats clattering, and a pin suddenly gives out. The side slumps down as one leg falls, and Lena lets out a loud yelp as we topple off balance.
We land in a heap on the floor. She curses, but I’m not done with her. I pin her to the floor, face down, and tug her hips up.
“Arsen, shit, the fucking crib—”
I fill her pussy. “Who fucking cares?” I tear into her like an animal.
“God damn it, you fucking crazy bastard,” she gasps, eyes rolling back as I grab her hair and fill her tight pussy over and over. The crib’s half broken beside us and I don’t give a shit.
I tear into her until she comes, squirming underneath me like she can barely take it. But instead of finishing in her pussy, I make her open her mouth and suck my cock, and she swallows every drop like a good little princess should.
“That’s my girl,” I say with a sigh. Cum dribbles from her mouth and she grabs a towel to wipe herself off.