Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I stroke him slowly. His cock is so hard it’s twitching with every beat of his heart. A little bead swells on the tip, and I lean forward to lick it off. He groans, mouth hanging open.
I smile a little. I didn’t know I could do this to him.
“Is that what you like?” I ask, licking again. “Do you like when I taste you?”
“I love it, Allie.”
“You’re so tense. You look like you’re going to explode in my mouth the second I start to suck you.”
“It’s possible.”
“You want that, don’t you? You want my mouth?”
“God, I want it so fucking badly.”
“You want to fuck your wife’s mouth?” I stroke him up and down, pausing only to lick my hand. He moans when I do that. “You’re a dirty man.”
“And you have a filthy fucking tongue.”
“Ah, ah, that’s very bad.” I grip his cock and pout. “I’m talking dirty. Not you.”
He snarls and clamps his mouth closed.
Oh my god, I love that reaction. He’s almost throwing a tantrum. I can tell he’s straining to control himself. He wants to take me right now, but I won’t let him.
He’s mine. All fucking mine.
I lick him again, nice and slow, up and down his tip. I’m edging him. I slip a hand between my knees and stroke myself as I do it.
“I love the way you taste,” I whisper, licking faster. “God, you taste so good, Mass.”
“You’re going to kill me, wife.”
“You won’t die from a little teasing, husband.” I slip my fingers down the front of my panties and slide them inside myself. “Oh, that feels good.” I’m soaking wet. I pretend like I’m going to slide him between my lips, but instead, I rock back and put my pussy-soaked fingers in my mouth. “That’s delicious.”
“Fuck,” he snarls, eyes flaring with passion. “Enough.” He grabs me, overcome, and I fling myself at him. We kiss with clicking teeth, hungry lips, and probing tongues as I get back into his lap. He guides himself against my aching lips and spreads me wide as he plunges his cock deep inside.
“Oh my god,” I moan as he fills me. Mass is enormous. He’s thick and so hard it’s unreal. I’ve never felt so overflowing before in my life, at least not since the last time he was inside me.
I grind down, but Mass is eager and unable to contain himself. He slams into me, again and again, one hand grabbing my throat as he fucks me like a demon. I take him, moaning and sweating as he fills me to the brim, whispering my name, calling me his angel, his wife, his pleasure, his perfection. Every sweet word makes my bliss that much more intense.
He bites my nipples, slaps my ass, licks my tongue, and tells me I’m his filthy slut. “You’ll ride me until you’re broken, little paradise. You’ll take my thick cock and I’ll ruin you. Every inch of your soaking pussy will be claimed by me and will only ever be mine. You’ll break for me, baby. You’ll beg me to do it all again.”
“Please,” I moan, heady and wild. “Please, Mass, please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for. I feel too good. I’m riding on the edge, and all I want to do is fall into darkness and heaven.
“That’s it, baby.” He hits the right spot, over and over. “I want to see you come. Take me and let me fill you. I can’t live without it, baby, please.”
It’s that last, shuddering, masculine growl of a word that finally shatters me. I come so hard I nearly black out. Every muscle strains, every fiber of my skin screams his name, Mass, Mass, Mass, or maybe that’s my moaning, my chanting, my singing his praises, because my god, his cock destroys me, and I hate him for it, but I also love him and worship him and need more from him, until he’s pumping inside of me too, finishing with a low and out-of-control growl.
I stay like that for a little while, spent and twitching, his cock still inside of me. He softens, but not all the way. I feel him there, heavy and filling, until finally, I get off and collapse onto the seat. His massive palm holds onto my thigh possessively.
“Where are we right now?” I manage to ask, blinking at the dark tinted windows.
“I have no idea. I told the driver to circle the block until we’re finished.”
Horror hits me. “He knows what we’ve been doing back here?”
“It’s not subtle.”
“Mass!”
“He doesn’t care. Loyal to death.”
“That’s what you thought about Kaan!”
He frowns slightly. “My driver is also very well paid.”
I groan and pull on my clothes. “We have to stop doing this in cars!”
“Then we’ll do it at home.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“You don’t want me to fuck you in our marriage bed?”