Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
My neck moves swiftly, taking everything in waiting on him to let me go, but he doesn’t put me down. He kicks his shoes off and takes the stairs two at a time. “Aren’t you going to show me around?” My voice sounds shaky, but I am trying to hold it in.
“Later. You have forever for that, Hannah. Right now, I need to make you my wife in all ways.” His voice sounds heavy, labored but I know it is not from the stairs or from carrying me. We walk into a massive room that I barely have time to look at before he lays me on the bed and stands up straight. He wipes his hands down his face and my stomach begins to quiver. I am trying so hard not to squirm under his gaze, not from being nervous, but from the impenetrable fog of lust weaving between us. “Jesus. Did you wear this innocent dress to drive me out of my mind?” His finger runs up and down the strap of the sundress I am wearing.
“I-I don’t know.” It’s true. I knew he would be at the house today. I tried on three dresses before I settled on this one. I managed to convince myself it was because I was uncomfortable with the amount of skin it showed, but if I am honest, this one shows far more skin even while showing it more modestly. The way it fits my bosom area and my waist before falling down to right above my ankles. The straps are thin, and the dress is a shade of white, that is not entirely translucent. because of that, I couldn’t wear undergarments so yes, I am naked underneath.
“You know. You knew I would be there, stroking my cock under the table, staring at all of this alabaster skin, picturing if your innocent nipples are going to be pale or pink. You tested me to see if I could stop myself from bending under the table and sampling your innocent pussy as the entree’.” Dear Lord, I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop the whine that is building inside of me. His words are like lancets piercing through the last of my resolve and turning me into someone I don't recognize.
“Jude, I can’t..” My head is moving back and forth in delirium. I can feel his fingers continue to move down my body, and then the strap falls. He pulls the top of my dress down and my breasts jiggle when they are free.
“Christ. How is a man supposed to stay righteous when he is faced with this.” His words are low, and I feel like he is talking to himself. “You will continue to hide this from everyone, Hannah. Do you understand me? If I even think a man has access to the special parts of you, I will commit homicide. All of this,” He lifts my breast in his hand and drops it, licking his lips when it bobs up and down. “Is for me only, wife. Tell me you understand.” His mouth is close to my nipple, and I find myself pushing my chest closer to him. “Say it, baby girl. Say it is all for me.”
“All for you, Jude. Please do something.” Who am I right now?
“What do you want me to do, wife? Do you want me to put my mouth on your virtuous pussy?” I don’t know. Do I? I have read it in a few books and the heroine seems to like it, but I don’t… Holy mother.
My mouth drops as I look at my new husband’s body. His chest has a few tattoos, adding to his whole appeal. He is fit and covered in muscles. I am hit with an image of licking his chest and my nipples begin to harden. Oh God. This is too much. I can’t take it. “I don’t know. Just please make the ache go away.” I beg him, rocking my head back and forth. My hips, moving on their own as if possessed by something, I feel wet and sticky.
“Anything you want, baby girl. But first, show me you want it. Pull your dress the rest of the way off and spread your legs. I want to see my new possession.” Desperate and willing to do anything he asks right now, I grip the bottom of my dress and pull it from under me, shimmying my way out of it. I pull it past my feet and hear the faint swoosh of the fabric hitting the floor. “Look at you, Hannah. This pussy is so wet and shiny with your sticky dew, baby. Look.” His finger slides through the lips of my womanhood and I cry out, feeling an explosion of nerve endings hitting me in the most delicious way. “Look at your desire, baby girl. Watch me taste it for the first time.”