Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“They can wait, or better yet, they can all go the fuck home,” I growled before I pulled my new wife back into our bed. “You are my wife now. Legally, you are mine. That means you have to do what I say.”
Amelia shot me a look that had me grinning back at her.
I loved teasing her, getting her all riled up.
With my hands on her hips, I rolled over to my back, pulling her on top of me, then thrust up, grinding my hardening cock against her tight little core.
“And what exactly is it that my husband demands I do,” she said, perched above me with her hands on her hips like she was mad at me.
“I demand that my wife let me eat my breakfast first.”
She must have guessed what I planned to do. As I grabbed her waist, ready to pull her so she was kneeling above my face in the perfect position for me to feast, she rolled away from me and escaped into the bathroom.
I followed her immediately, my legs getting tangled in the bedding and almost throwing me to the floor. Stumbling, I finally made it to the bathroom door to find that it was locked.
“Open the door, wife.” I banged on the wooden panel.
“No, you will just want to ravish me again, and we should have been downstairs twenty minutes ago!”
“We are newlyweds. We are disgustingly in love and can’t keep our hands off each other. They should all be grateful we are keeping it to this room!”
“How about a deal,” she called. “We go downstairs, eat breakfast, socialize, do what we need to do, and then I will let you do that thing you like.”
Fuck, that is tempting.
“You were going to do that anyway,” I argued.
“True, but now I’m going to do it today and tomorrow and again on the plane to the resort for our honeymoon.”
“Are you negotiating, Mrs. Manwarring?”
She opened the door a crack so she could see me.
“As a matter of fact, I am, Mr. Manwarring. And so you know, this is all I will be wearing underneath my dress.” She swung the door wider to show the green satin bra and the matching garter belt that held up the silk stockings on her legs. And nothing else.
My mouth went dry as I looked her up and down. She was so fucking perfect.
“And, if we get down there in the next ten minutes, I promise that I will accidentally forget to pack any underwear for the trip.”
“You fight dirty,” I ground out, not able to take my eyes off of her.
“I negotiate the way my husband taught me.”
The way she said “husband” was almost enough to snap what little control I had that was preventing me from just bending her over the vanity right there and taking her anyway until she was screaming my name. There was some merit to that idea. I could fuck her hard from behind and get to see the ecstasy in her eyes as I made her come over and over, then fill her with my seed and let it drip down her thighs on our way downstairs.
“Then allow me to counter your offer. We go downstairs and eat breakfast with our friends and family. But not only do you not wear underwear anytime you are at the table, your legs will be open, and my fingers will be deep inside you. And then we forget to pack any clothes for the honeymoon. I want you completely bare the entire trip, ready to take my cock until we are both sore, exhausted, and we have no other choice but to come back to the city.”
My hands were on the doorframe, and I hovered over her while she considered my offer.
“It is tempting.”
“And one more thing, I want to discuss throwing out your birth control. I want to know that every time I come in your tight heat, there is a chance I’ll get to see your belly swell with my child.”
Part of me expected her to say okay, we will discuss it.
Another part of me expected her to say no, then tell me she wasn’t ready.
I held my breath, waiting for her response. Either way, I would be happy.
On the one hand, I would get to watch my wife swell with my child and start our family.
On the other, we would have more time to spend together just for her and me to get to know each other better and build our dream life.
It really was a win-win situation. Still, I waited with bated breath.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the wolfish grin she gave me before saying, “I threw out my birth control last night. So if you want the best chance of it taking, then I need to be strong, which means I need to be fed. And you are also going to need to fuel up. I expect every single drop of your energy and attention the next few days focused on starting our family.”