Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I trail my hands up to her chest, run my thumbs along the hard little bulges of her nipples, which I can feel through her shirt and her thin athletic bra. She twists against me, and finally manages to coordinate her hands enough to push my jeans off. I step out of them with a grin, and she pushes my boxers down after, her hands going right where I want them a second later.
She wraps her hands tightly around the base of my cock, and God, just that simple touch of hers is enough to light me on fire.
“I want to fuck you,” I whisper, my eyes on hers. “Right here, right now.”
Her gaze drifts again, and I know what she’s thinking. About the rest of the restaurant out there, behind just a simple separator door, close enough to risk them hearing everything. “What if people hear?” she replies, worrying at her lower lip.
“I don’t care,” I say, and my free hand goes around her waist, pinning her in place. With the other, I spread her thighs and drag my thumb lightly along her clit. “I want them to know you’re mine.”
She gasps and tilts toward me, her lips parted, her face flushed with heat and desire.
I could stare at her like this all day long. Flushed and naked and waiting for me. But she’s right. We are in public. Which means I’ll have to be a little quicker. And if I make her moan a little too loudly in doing so, well… so it goes.
I guide myself toward her entrance, and her hands stay tight around my cock, shifting with me, stroking me a little. Making me harder than ever.
“I love you,” I whisper again, this time as the tip of my cock reaches her entrance, and I shift my hips toward the table, easing into her.
Her eyelids flutter, and she drops my cock to reach up and wrap her arms around my shoulders instead, bracing herself. “John…” Her eyes go wide, then, as I grip her hips with both hands and drive myself harder into her, deeper. Her pussy stretches tight around me, so deliciously wet and warm and hungry. I pull back a little, thrust deeper. Again and again until I’m buried all the way inside her, my cock filling her pussy, stretching her walls, making her feel stuffed full. “I love you,” she breathes too, then, her eyes still fixed on mine, wide and hot.
The words flood me with heat. She’s mine—really mine. Not just an accidental marriage or some ploy to appease my family. She’s my wife. I grin and bend her over beneath me, driving into her faster now, turned on by the thought, by the feel of her beneath me, opening up to me, her head falling back and her mouth parting as she gasps for breath.
I reach down between us, and my fingertips barely brush her clit before she’s crying out, unable to help herself as the orgasm sweeps through her. My grin widens, and I reach up to press a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound, as I continue to fuck her, harder, angling myself to be sure my cock drags along her inner walls, adding to her pleasure.
“That’s it, my sexy wife,” I whisper, my voice almost a growl with all the desire and heat I’m suppressing right now. “Come for me.”
She doesn’t need telling twice. Not as I fuck her so hard my balls slap against her pussy and her ass bounces against the table. Before long she’s at the edge again, then coming once more, with an even louder cry this time, one I have to press hard against her lips to muffle.
“Fuck, Mara, you’re incredible.” My eyes lock on her, drinking her in.
It doesn’t take me long to finish after that—just the sight of her, flushed, her chest heaving for breath, her legs locked around me, her pussy wet and as tight as a fist around my cock, is enough to get me close. I finish with a deep guttural growl, burying my cock in her and pulling her body against mine, holding her there as I come inside her, coating her, our juices mingling and dripping down her thighs when we draw apart.
She arches an eyebrow, eyeing the table, and we both laugh. “Oh God. We have to clean this up before we eat here.” Her cheeks flare bright red, and she glances at the door to the rest of the restaurant. As if that flimsy piece of wood will have kept anyone outside from figuring out exactly what we were doing back here.
It makes me smile, even though I know she’s embarrassed by it after the fact. Because I want people to hear. I want them to know how sexy my wife is. How impossible it is to keep my hands off her.