Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“I would never hurt you like that.” I found my voice, opening my eye. “Even if I wanted to. Even if you begged me to. Even if you cheated on me. Even if you killed me.” And then, because it felt too raw, too real, I added, “Protecting you is a compulsion at this point. I’d stop the night from falling if darkness scares you, Lila.”
Where the fuck did this come from? I had no idea, but it wasn’t a lie.
I felt exposed in that moment. Like she had a loaded gun and a clear shot to finish me off. I hated it, and her, and this. But the thing about compulsion was, you didn’t have a choice.
Lila nodded. “I trust you. My body is yours.”
She leaned back, popping the two first buttons of her silky white nightgown. Her breasts spilled out, full and round and perfect. Her pale nipples were diamond-like studs.
She didn’t ask what I planned on doing to her.
If I were going to fuck her, eat her out, toss her on her belly and ride her arse.
Lila gave me full autonomy.
Joke’s on her, because I hadn’t the freshest clue what to do with it.
“If it ever gets too much, tug my hair,” I said. “And I’ll stop immediately.”
She smiled in gratitude.
Now what? There was no buildup. No foreplay. I couldn’t just rip her panties off and start feasting. I obviously didn’t plan this sufficiently. Christ, the look on her face. The hope gleaming from her eyes. It was too late to back out now.
I’d been postponing this moment since our first kiss, not wanting to fuck this up. And now I was standing here and she was sitting there and we were both still, breathing heavily, and very, very quiet.
“Can I see your penis?” Lila licked her lips, breaking the tension.
I nodded solemnly.
I used one hand to undo my belt and pop my slack’s button, then rolled down my zipper. I pushed my Armani briefs down. My cock sprang out, purple and fully erect. An angry vein rippled across it, root to crown.
She fell forward on her palms, crawling across the mattress to get a better look. A spike of arousal and horror shot through me.
Her face was now inches from my cock, and I’d never been this turned on in my entire bleeding existence. God, look at her. Something was very wrong with society, that it was legal for this scene to happen.
Her. Virginal, innocent, sweet to the point of toothache.
Me. Murderer. Psychopath. Pervert.
Lila tilted her head, studying my cock like it was a medieval painting.
“Are they all the same size?” Her head snapped up, her pale blues meeting my eye.
“No.” I was glad she couldn’t hear the strain in my voice. “Size, length, and width vary.”
She frowned, tapping her lips pensively. “Makes sense.”
“Why?”
“Because if…he…had one like yours, I don’t think I’d have survived.”
Something primal kicked me into high gear at her words.
I ducked down and caught her lips in mine to shut her up. She gasped into my mouth but opened up for more. Our tongues found one another. I sank to the mattress, laying her down. I braced my arms on either side of her head without mounting her. I didn’t want her to think about that arsehole.
Our kiss deepened, and Lila reached for my cock between us. At the touch of her silky hand, it spasmed and pulsed, leaking into her palm. She moaned into my mouth and patted it like it was a dog’s head. I didn’t even care. It was perfect. She was perfect.
She was playful and confident and fearless. I no longer set the pace of what was happening. The conqueror became the conquered. And I knew, with amusing, dark finality, that I was completely, tragically, wretchedly hers.
She used her free hand to hold the side of my face, stroking her fingers along my cheekbone. Her mouth moved over mine, looking for different angles to deepen our kiss. Meanwhile, the hand that worked my cock discovered that if she stroked it up and down, it instinctively thrust into her. She did that while I went through Rhyland’s idiotic video in my head, trying to remember all the right moves, and coming up blank.
Lila let go of my cock to tug her nightgown down all the way. She fumbled with the material. I pushed myself backward on my knees, watching her.
You bleeding idiot. You should be doing that to her.
“Should I…” I cleared my throat. “I mean, should I?”
Did you just mumble, motherfucker?
She bit her lower lip, nodding.
I unbuttoned her gown, searching her face intently for signs of discomfort.
My wife looked alarmed and a little overwhelmed, but not like she wanted to stab and shoot me simultaneously, like our so-called honeymoon.
“I want you to put your penis in my mouth. See why you like it so much.”