Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“It’s been a fucking month,” he says, grinning like a maniac. “I’ve been back to work for two whole weeks. Get back here, baby, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
“You’re plenty hard enough, you crazy man,” I say, leaping over the couch to avoid him, which only makes him growl in frustration. “Come on, hold off a second.”
He advances, his eyes staring into mine, the expression on his face pure sin. “Listen to me, wife. I have been sitting in my office all fucking day taking call after call, and meanwhile all I want to do is come home to see you. Do you know how hard it is, knowing you’re barely two minutes away?”
“I’m sure you’re suffering.”
“I am tortured,” he says, putting a hand over his heart and pulling at his shirt.
I laugh and scream, dodging him away, putting the kitchen island between us. I’m flushed and grinning, heart beating hard. “I spent a lovely day with Casey and didn’t think about you once.”
“Liar,” he roars.
I throw a banana at him. He catches it, cracks it in half, and throws it on the floor.
“Don’t waste food!”
“Get over here and I’ll eat this fucking thing from your delightful pussy.”
“That’s not an incentive, you weirdo!” I rush down the hall, barely escaping him as he lunges for my arm. I careen up the stairs, breathing hard, as I escape into the bedroom.
Which I’m aware means I’m totally trapped, but if I’m honest, this is where we were headed sooner or later, and my husband is not at full strength yet. He’ll try to carry me up and it’ll strain him and hurt him, so I might as well play the game but also help him out.
He appears in the doorway, barely winded, looking like the pure sex god he is. I back away, holding my hands up.
“Are you going to beg now?” he asks, advancing.
“Oh, I don’t know. I still think I might get away.”
“You’re trapped. There’s no escape. I am going to spank your ass raw, lick your lovely pussy from behind, then fuck you into oblivion. You can avoid the spanking if you get down on your knees and please me right this instant.”
“Kind of tempting,” I admit, heart racing, nipples stiff. “Except no thanks.”
He lunges, and this time I’m too slow. He catches my wrist, yanks me against him, and buries my mouth in a bruising kiss. I enjoy it for a second, his tongue invading my lips, before I try to squirm away.
Even injured and not totally himself yet, he can manhandle me with ease. I gasp as he pins me onto the bed and strips me, all while I try to fight him. There’s no use and we both know where this is headed, but that’s part of the fun. Struggle, kick, scream, get all sweaty and out of breath, then let the good stuff begin.
Once I’m naked, he licks my nipples as he holds my arms over my head, my wrists together and pinned by one massive palm. I don’t really want to get away, but I try to anyway. He keeps my thighs pinned with one leg, leaving his hand free to pinch my nipples.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, writhing under him. “Now you’re just torturing me.”
“You’re damn right. I am so pent up and annoyed right now, my wife, and I need to take it out on you.”
“Did you have a rough day?”
“In a manner of speaking. It’s the fucking phone. Glued to my goddamn ear. You know I hate that. I’m the kind of man that likes to go out and do something, not sit around giving orders.” He licks my nipples and I moan as he forces my legs open and teases my pussy with his other hand. “For a woman that tried very hard to escape me, you are dripping wet right now.”
“That’s for someone else. Totally not because of you.”
His eyes flash with jealousy even though we both know I’m just trying to get a rise out of him. But it works, and he slams his fingers into my soaking spot. He fucks me with them, licking my nipples, biting a little bit too hard. My fucking favorite thing in the world.
“You drive me crazy.” He keeps going as all thoughts vacate my brain. “I can’t think about anything but you. All day long I dream about punishing this wet, beautiful pussy, and bruising those pouty lips, and biting your sensitive nipples until you can’t take it anymore. There is nothing in the world that brings me more pleasure.”
“Must be a sad life then,” I gasp, back arching. “Fuck, don’t stop!”
“Say you love it.”
“Jayson,” I whimper.
He grins at me, fingers poised at my entrance, but not moving. My heart’s beating and I’m so freaking close. “Say it, baby.”