Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He’s giving me an out; I don’t want it.
“There should’ve been a sex clause in our agreement,” I say, on my side now, matching him. The front of my robe slips again. I don’t fix it this time.
His eyes stray to my breasts. “That would’ve ruined the fun.”
“Then maybe a sleep clause. No bothering me after midnight. I’m going to be in a terrible mood tomorrow.”
He shifts closer. “I doubt that.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“You’re a newlywed. Isn’t it universally true that all new brides are blushing and happy?”
“Only if they actually love their husband.”
His smirk drives me wild with desire. “No, my something. They’re blushing because they’ve been fucked for the first time, and they loved it.”
I suck in a breath as he comes closer, his mouth inches from mine. I’m breathing hard as his hand finds the edge of my robe and pushes it open, revealing one of my breasts. His fingers move down my back, nails scratching softly. I shiver, blinking fast.
“Sorry to break the illusion, but this isn’t my first time.”
“It’s not mine either, but it will be your first time as my wife. That means something.”
I chew my lip, biting hard to keep from whimpering as his hand moves back up to tease my breast. “It only means something if we let it. I won’t forget that I have an escape valve.”
“Five months from now,” he says, his lips finding my throat, rolling me onto my back. His hand pulls my robe open, then takes my left wrist and pins it above my head as he kisses my chest, his mouth finding my nipple.
I gasp, unable to help myself. Fuck, I haven’t kissed the guy yet, and he’s already licking me, and it feels so good.
“I’ll be counting down the days,” I say, barely keeping myself from moaning. He bites gently, making my back arch.
“I doubt that.” He moves over, pushing the covers back, yanking the rest of my robe wide. I’m naked, completely naked now, and his eyes take me in like an addict about to take one last hit. It’s intoxicating, that look, like my body can do things to him, even without me lifting a finger. “Not after I’m through.”
“I know that’s your plan.” He kisses my neck, now taking both wrists and putting them up above my head. Slowly, he kisses down to my nipples, teasing the other this time. Both are so stiff it hurts. “But you fail to realize that I’m not so easy to please.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You’re extremely easy to please.” He bites hard this time. I gasp in shock, but he doesn’t stop, moves down lower toward my belly button, eventually releasing my wrists as he gets too far away. Sinking deeper toward my pussy, toward the pulsing heat between my legs.
“There’s a difference between making me come and making me happy.” I gasp, digging my fingers into his hair as he kisses my inner thigh. Fuck, he’s teasing me, and it’s driving me nuts.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. There’s no difference to me.”
I pull his hair hard, making him look up into my eyes as he lingers an inch from my pussy. I want to grind myself against his stubble-covered face but I keep it under control.
“This is a stupid mistake, but I’m going to make it anyway, because you’re really good at this. I just want you to understand that.”
“I’m aware, thank you.”
“But don’t think it changes anything.” I stare into his eyes. I want him to know I mean it—or at least that I want to mean it. “Five months and I’m gone.”
“We’ll see.” He growls as he pulls against my grip, forcing his mouth against my pussy.
Pleasure blooms like an atom bomb. I gasp as he licks me, spreading my lips apart, tongue sliding up and down as he laps me like he’s drinking me down. He sucks my clit, making these crude noises as he licks. I groan, head thrown back, unable to think anymore as the bastard proves me wrong.
This is absolutely happiness.
No, this is better—it’s bliss.
His fingers slide in deep. He licks me, sucks me. Tongue lapping, pornographic, outrageous.
I grind my hips, so dripping wet I think I’m making the sheets slick.
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he loves it even more, as I grind and groan, getting lost in the pleasure, feeling bliss build between my legs.
“Come for me, my something, my wife.” He fucks me with his fingers, two of them deep, as he licks my clit and sucks it. “Come for me and let me taste you.”
“Oh, god,” I moan, blinking rapidly, barely conscious. There’s only pleasure, only Nolan’s fingers making heaven rip into my core. “Fuck, that’s so good. Don’t stop.”
“You taste like perfection. Your tight, soaking little pussy is all the wedding present I need, my lovely wife. I want you to come so badly it’s killing me. I need it, right now.”