Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I love her touch on my body, and this was new to me. With women, I didn’t allow them to explore. They bent over and took my dick. It was as simple as that. Charlotte was different. I wanted her to touch me, to get used to me.
I stroked my fingers across her back, traveling up her spine and back down. The moment I touched her, she jerked, just a little. Not in pain. I knew it was because she wasn’t used to gentle touches, caresses. Charlotte is used to ugly violence.
I’d never raise my hand against her. She would always be protected, no matter what. I dropped my hand lower, toward the fullness of her ass, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I love that she didn’t even hesitate. This woman trusted me and I was going to make sure I honored that.
Moving her back toward the bed, I dropped a kiss to her lips, and then eased her down. I changed the position so she was further on the bed.
Grabbing my belt, I opened it, followed by the zipper fly, and pulled it down. The pants I wore dropped to the ground. Kicking them aside, I took care of my boxer briefs, and I was now naked for my woman.
Kneeling on the bed, I crawl toward her and spread open her knees. She’s shaking just a little so I take my time, allowing her to become accustomed to my touch. Spreading her open, I ease down toward her pussy.
I smell her and my mouth fucking waters. I’d never enjoyed licking a woman’s pussy. I know, double standards, seeing as I expected my dick sucked, but Charlotte wasn’t some random whore I’d picked. She was my wife, and I wanted her.
Easing the lips of her sex open, I stare down at her pussy, and then I swipe my tongue through her creamy slit. Charlotte is aroused. She is wet for me.
I stroke her clit, sliding my tongue back and forth, and around in circles, heightening her arousal. She is so sensitive, each touch of my tongue makes her quiver and moan. I want to hear her orgasm. I want to taste her sweet nectar. It’s all I can think about. All I freaking crave.
This is not like me. I don’t know what she’s done to me, but all I want to do is give her pleasure. To see that precious smile on her lips. To know that I was the man who put it there. I know it’s insane and crazy to even care so much about this, but I do.
I don’t want it to stop.
My names spills from her lips and it sounds like a caress to my ears. I can’t get enough. I know she’s close to orgasm, but I don’t wait or prolong her pleasure. I want her to know how good it can be. Thrusting her over the edge, I hear her pleasured moans. Her body shakes beneath me, and I don’t ease up, not just yet, letting her enjoy every second of pleasure.
I was going to let her have just one orgasm, but now that I’ve gotten a taste for her pussy, I can’t stop, and I want more. Sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth, I hold her down, and this time, I wait for her to be ready for a second orgasm. Working her body, learning what she likes and what she doesn’t, making sure it feels perfect, and then, I take her over the edge into that second orgasm. It took a little longer for the second, but as she reaches it, I fucking revel in it.
For what is about to come next, this is going to be painful. Charlotte is a virgin. She’s never felt a man’s cock. She will only ever feel mine.
I’d never been a possessive man. Not when it came to a woman, but Charlotte had broken down all my walls, and now I didn’t want anyone else. No one else would ever touch her. She belonged to me. I claimed her as my own. She was mine. All mine.
Moving between her spread legs, I stared into her pleasure-hazed eyes.
“Tell me to stop,” I said.
“No. I want this.” Her hands went to my waist. “Please.”
My wife didn’t beg.
Reaching between us, I moved my cock to the lips of her sex, and slowly slid through. She was soaking wet. Her orgasms had made her completely slick. I only hoped her arousal eased my path.
Once my dick was coated in her release, I pressed the tip to her cunt. I could go slow, prolong the experience, but that to me, seemed cruel. Slamming all the way inside her, I tore through the thin flesh of her virginity. Charlotte cried out. It was a sound I would never get out of my head. The pain of it. I hated it.