Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
But he’s right, something did change in that explosion. It cracked inside of him and it shattered inside of me. Now it’s like even if I wanted to stop this—and I absolutely, positively do not—I don’t think I could make my body obey my commands anymore.
I’m drawn to him. I’m sucked into him. My mouth parts and his tongue invades me and I take that step—
I tumble, hard and fast, head over heels.
And I like it.
He undresses me. I feel impatient as I kick my pants aside. His hands are all over my body, caressing my skin, cupping my breasts. We stagger into the bedroom and he shoves me down, staring at me with a simmering desire burning in his gaze. His eyes rake down my skin, lingering on my hard nipples, moving down to my wet pussy and the small burst of groomed hair there, and he licks his lips, my god, he looks like he needs to devour me whole.
Slowly, he takes off his clothes. My mouth falls open as he reveals inch after inch of gorgeous muscle. He’s covered in tattoos, skulls, knives, jaguars, symbols of death and pain, a gorgeous patchwork of images scattered from ripped, defined chest muscles down to the toe-curling beautiful line of hip muscles pointing into his dark boxer briefs. He continues, steps out of his underwear, leaving my heart pounding, as his fist grips his thick, hard cock.
He moves forward, one knee onto the bed, then the other, and he pins me down beneath him. “Should I be gentle with you, my wife?” he whispers.
“Please,” I whimper, and he softly bites my lower lip.
He raises my hands up above my head as he kisses my neck, going slow, taking his time, his hard cock pressed against my body. My pulse skitters in my chest and, dimly, I’m aware that this is really happening, that I’m not stopping him, that I actually want this.
My first time. My very first time.
I’m panting as he licks my nipples. “You’re beautiful, you know that? I can’t stop thinking about you. All fucking day long, I walk around with you in my head, and the best part of my day is coming back to you at night. I need you, Brianne. I need you, my wife.” He licks my belly button then drops to his knees at the end of the bed and spreads my legs.
I moan, back arching, as his mouth finds my soaked pussy.
He laps me up. It feels so fucking good, I can barely stand it. He sucks and licks, the delicious monster, feasting on my skin. One hand reaches up to tease my breasts as he does it.
“Incredible,” he growls, pausing only to slide two fingers deep between my legs. I’m moaning now, completely lost in him. “You taste like fucking heaven, my sweet wife.” He licks me faster, sucking my clit, and I grab his hair tight, my core clenching down, unable to take it anymore.
I come hard against his mouth. He groans and chuckles as the orgasm rips me to shreds. Lights shine at the edges of my vision and my skin flushes as I collapse backwards, breathing hard.
“Fuck, baby, you really needed that, didn’t you?” He teases me, kissing up my body again. “But I’m not done with you.”
Now, right now, I have to say something. It’s now or never, and I’ve been dreading this moment since we got together. I never really thought I’d have to say anything, but right now—
“Julien,” I gasp as he spreads my legs. I feel his cock teasing me, gliding up and down my swollen, sensitive lips. He wriggles his hips and I moan in bliss.
He kisses me. “Say that again.”
“Julien,” I whimper.
“Fuck, baby, I love it when you say that.” He kisses me deep and full.
“Julien!” I put my hands on his hips. “Hold on. Wait.”
He lets out a growl. “I don’t know how long I can keep myself from plunging inside of you, my sweet wife.”
“I’m a virgin.” The words spill out, no preamble, no explanation. He pulls back, but he doesn’t look outraged or disgusted like I thought he might. Instead, his expression absolutely smolders.
“Are you really?” he purrs.
“I should’ve said something sooner. I mean, I wanted to, I just never found the right time, and now—”
“And now that I’m about to fuck you, my sweet wife, you couldn’t keep your secret any longer.” His smile drives me wild as he leans down and kisses me. “Then I was right before. I’d better be very, very gentle.”
“Shit,” I whisper as the tip of him presses against me.
And slowly, agonizingly, painfully, he slips himself inside. Inch by inch, I take him, my soaking pussy pulling him deeper and deeper, and it hurts and it feels good, and my back arches into him grinding my clit against his pelvis, and he whispers in my ear how good I look and how amazing I feel, and I’m so overwhelmed that I nearly come right then and there.