Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Do you have any secrets?” he asks, leaving another kiss on my jaw.
I turn on his lap and wrap my legs around him, and I feel him getting hard. “Secrets,” I whisper, more to myself.
“Yes, I hate liars. So don’t lie to me, Adora.” As he says it, he pulls my hips in closer, and I feel him between my legs. I only have on one of his shirts, nothing else, while he’s in a pair of boxers. My arms wrap around him, and my nails scrape down his back as I start to grind my hips down on him. I can feel myself getting wet and know full well his boxers aren’t going to be clean after this.
We haven’t had sex all week.
He’s touched me, yes, but nothing sexual. He’s let me be, only providing comfort when I need it.
But right now, I want him.
Secrets.
Sometimes a girl needs her secrets.
No one should know everything about someone else.
It’s not right.
Is it?
Then again, I’ve never seen a healthy relationship in my life.
Is what Joey and I have healthy? I would say probably not, but it’s not terrible either.
He cares for me, more than anyone. His small gestures, hell, even his large gestures—hello… bookcase—are proof positive.
But again, we all need secrets.
And not everything should be shared.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” I believe every word he’s saying like it’s the air he breathes. He eagerly reaches between us and pulls himself free, then inserts himself into me in one smooth motion, and we both share a groan of relief. “Your pussy was made for me.”
And I believe it was. No other has made me feel this way. Made me feel this good. It’s like my body was sculpted, especially for him.
Even if I wasn’t originally his type.
“The people I would kill to keep them from having the pleasure of watching you come. No one will ever see what’s mine.” He slaps my ass as my hips move up and down. “Will they, my darling little wife? You are all mine.”
I whimper, which only makes him slap me again, harder.
“Tell me, wife. Tell me how much you like it when my cock is in you, that your sweet pussy craves only what it can give.” He leans in and whispers, “That you only crave my cock. Tell me now.”
“Fuck, yes, all of it. Only you.”
“Good wifey.” His hand snakes up my chest and pinches my nipple before he reaches my throat. He pushes me back, my hands behind me, so my breasts are pushed up in the air as I continue riding his cock. His other hand goes to his mouth before he sucks his finger, then presses it to my lips. “Open.” I do as he says, and he puts two fingers in my mouth. “Suck.” Again, I do as he asks. “Now spit.” I spit on his fingers, and he pulls them away before he reaches between us and presses them to my clit and starts rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.
Circles of heaven.
That’s the only way to describe them.
“Faster, now.” His voice is low, hard, and all but demanding. I move my hips faster while he maintains pressure on my throat with one hand, and the other continues rubbing my clit.
“Joey.” His name leaves my lips like a plea.
“Yes, wife.”
“Fuck…”
“I’m already doing that, darling. Now, unless you plan to bounce on my cock, I would shut up and let me fuck you.”
The way he talks to me, fucks me, it’s the perfect mix of everything.
I found a happy place.
And it’s right here.
In the arms of this man.
Costume party is the theme tonight for Chanel’s birthday. I asked Joey yesterday what his favorite character was, and he smirked and said he always wanted his own Playboy bunny. So that’s exactly what I have done. I hired the costume and now I’m walking down the stairs while he waits at the bottom for me.
“You aren’t dressed?” I ask him when his eyes find mine.
He’s dressed in a suit.
“I am.”
“Not in character.”
“I’m always in character,” he says as I get closer. When I reach him, he takes my hand and slowly spins me in a circle. After I’ve done a full spin and face him once again, his eyes are hungry, and he’s biting his bottom lip. “We can stay in.”
“I need to get out. Besides, it’s Chanel’s birthday, and I like her.”
“Well, I plan to fuck you either way, so I’d stay close.” I laugh as I step past him, and he smacks my ass. The driver is already waiting out front for us, and we climb into the car. Joey’s eyes stay on me for the whole drive. I’m wearing a curly blonde wig and the bunny ears, and a small little suit with black stockings and pink heels.
His eyes don’t leave me.
“Lose the hair.” He nods to it.