Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
The massive diamond ring he slipped on my finger a few hours ago sparkles in the sunlight as he brings my hand to his lips for a kiss. “I’d do anything to make you happy. I love you more than anything in the world.”
“You know what would make me happy right now?” I reach down and run my hand over the front of my husband’s dress pants, feeling his cock hardening under my touch.
“I love the way you think, Dr. Arakas.” Dante kisses the side of my neck before pressing the button on his seat to tell the flight attendant and his men that we’re going to rest in the small bedroom. Knowing they realize he really means we’re about to get our honeymoon started in the back of the plane doesn’t embarrass me in the least.
As I follow Dante to the back of the plane, I forget about everyone else as my handsome husband commands all of my attention.
When he shuts the door behind us and points at the bed, I feel my pulse accelerate. “Strip or I’ll end up ripping that dress off your gorgeous body.” My husband’s caveman approach really works for me.
While I quickly remove my wedding clothes, I watch Dante slip off his tie and unbutton his dress shirt. He drops them on the floor at his feet before giving his pants the same treatment. Once I’m naked, I lay back on the bed and wait for him to prowl over to me. I think my husband needs a little motivation to hurry up, so I slide my finger through the wetness dripping from my center and whimper, “I need you. Now.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Dante groans and drops to his knees next to the small bed.
He takes his time pulling me to the edge of the bed before running his tongue frustratingly slowly up the inside of my thigh, and I grumble, “Hurry up, gramps.” I’m not in the mood for slow. Right now, I want my powerful mob boss to ravish me.
Dante stares into my eyes while biting down gently on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “Perfection cannot be rushed, little beauty.”
“Who said?” I really need him to get a move on before I self-combust.
“Me,” he insists. My eyes cross as my head falls back against the soft covers when he sucks my clit between his lips and lightly bites down before pressing his tongue deep into my wet center. I arch my back and wrap my leg around his back, trying to motivate him to get a move on. My begging finally works, and Dante loses control. He devours me with his teeth and tongue while his fingers press deep into my pussy.
Mr. Overachiever Mob Boss insists on giving me three mind-blowing orgasms before he’s done using his lips, teeth, and tongue on me. I’m limp from pleasure by the time Dante kisses his way up the center of my body.
“I love you to the moon and back,” he whispers against the side of my neck before sucking the tender skin against his teeth, marking me.
“I love you, too,” I croak out and realize my throat is scratchy from all the screaming I’ve been doing since my husband decided to join the mile-high club with me. I forget about my embarrassment when he finally lines his cock up with my entrance and thrusts forward.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I hold on for the wild ride. When he circles his hips while rubbing my clit, an unexpected orgasm blasts through me, and I scream again as my husband comes shouting my name.
Dante rolls over and pulls me against his side as our breathing slows. The two of us barely fit on the small bed, but we make it work.
I place my chin on his chest and smile into his eyes. “So, were you serious when you said you want a house full of kids?”
“I plan to knock you up before we return to Silver Spoon Falls.” He runs his hand through my hair and pulls me close for a kiss.
I bite down gently on his bottom lip. “Too late.”
Dante sits up suddenly and pulls me into his lap. “What?” I think I finally managed to shock my mob boss husband.
“Let me explain things to you.” I run my finger down the center of this masculine chest. “When a man uses this.” I squeeze his cock and feel it begin to harden in my grasp. “Here.” I take his hand and place it against my wet opening. “Without birth control.” I smile up at him. “A baby forms inside here.” I hold his hand against my belly.
He opens his mouth and closes it a few times without any words emerging. Holy cow. My usually vocal husband is speechless. And I’m pretty sure he’s blinking away tears.