Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I want all of her.
“On your fucking hands and knees, wife.”
She blinks at me, her jaw drops, and I narrow my eyes.
“I didn’t stutter.”
She frowns and looks like she’s going to argue, but then she smirks up at me and gets on the floor, on her hands and knees, her ass in the air.
Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.
“I’m not taking my clothes off,” she tosses over her shoulder, a smirk tugging at her delectable lips. “But you can get all the pervy satisfaction you want out of staring at my ass.”
How did I go eight years of my life without this woman?
I shake my head and walk away from her, and when she moves to get up, I simply say, “Stay.”
“Okay, Holden, that’s enough.”
“Stay,” I repeat, glaring at her, and march into the kitchen, taking an ice pack out of the freezer, then a single ice cube from the bucket, and return to her.
“You’re a bully.”
“No, I’m a pissed-off husband, and you’re about to be punished. Take your fucking clothes off.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, you will.” I lean down so her ear is level with my lips. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you. Take your clothes off, little rose.”
She sighs, almost in relief, then takes off the cargo pants and panties, tossing them aside. Next, she pulls the sweater over her head and drops it onto her discarded pants.
She’s not in a bra, and I have to swallow hard. I’ll never get used to seeing her like this.
Naked and mine. She’s staring at me defiantly, but there’s trust there, too, and that fills me with satisfaction.
“Back where you were.”
She moves back to her hands, and I carefully drape a hand towel over her ankle and then place the ice pack over that.
“This got a little swollen this morning.”
She sighs, her shoulders droop, and I pop the single ice cube into my mouth before I kneel behind her and plant my face in her pussy, moving my cold tongue through her slit, and she jerks against me.
“Oh, God!” She pushes back against me. “It’s too cold.”
I don’t reply. I just keep going, licking and sucking and nibbling. When the ice has melted, I don’t slow down. I’m devouring her, making her crazy, and when I push two fingers inside of her, I can tell that she’s getting close to an orgasm.
So, I stop, pulling away from her completely, not touching her at all.
Millie gasps and stares back at me, her mouth wide.
“Holden.”
“That’s not my fucking name.” I push my sweats down low on my hips, and my cock springs free. I palm it, gliding the crown through her slit and feel that it’s still cool from the ice. When the metal brushes her clit, she groans. “I’m going to fuck you hard, wife.”
“Yes,” she says with a sigh, hanging her head and pushing back against me. “Yes.”
“And you won’t come until I say you can.”
“Holden.”
“That’s not my fucking name.”
Her face is flushed, her lips shiny and pink, and I push inside of her, not stopping until my hips meet her ass and she’s moaning.
“Yes, husband. Fuck, yes.”
“Good girl.” Her pussy clenches around me at the praise, and my hips start to move. My hand glides from her ass, up her spine, and then fists in her hair. “You want to know why I’m so fucking mad?”
“Mmm.” She’s panting, rearing back against me.
“Wife, answer me.”
“Tell me.”
“Because I was afraid.” I pull out all the way when I feel her start to come, and she shudders, glaring at me over her shoulder. “I was fucking scared, and not much in this life scares me anymore. I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t get to you.”
“It was j-just coffee.”
“No.” I lean over her and kiss her shoulder, sliding back into her. “It wasn’t just coffee. It was my world. You are my center of gravity, the reason my heart beats, the only thing that matters. You, Rosie.”
“Husband, please.”
I feel her starting to convulse around me, and I won’t stop her orgasm this time.
“I need you,” she says, reaching back for me. “Please, let me see your face.”
Pulling out of her, I gently turn her onto her back, then push back inside of her, and she cups my cheeks as I cover her, resting on my elbows at either side of her head.
“I’m sorry,” she says with tears in her eyes as I turn my face and kiss her palm. “I didn’t mean—”
I cut her off, kissing her hard as I reach down and cover her clit with my thumb, rubbing over that little bundle of nerves until she’s writhing once again.
“Come for me, wife.” I suck on one nipple, loving the way her fingers feel clenched in my hair. “Come, baby girl.”
That’s all it takes for her to go over, her pussy rippling around me. My balls tighten, and then I’m coming with her, pushing over and over again, riding her through my orgasm.