Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Show me.
Like when he said spit on it.
I reach down, gather the soft cotton of the hem of my skirt, and pull it up above my knees, stopping at my thighs, then teasing him with, “Like this?”
It’s asked ever so innocently.
His breath hisses out, harsh and ragged. His mouth comes down on my shoulder, biting it. I jump, but it’s not a harsh bite. It’s a passionate one, like he’s putting all his lust into it, leaving teeth marks on my skin.
“Yes, like that. Like a good wife would do,” he says.
A burst of heat flares inside me, chased by a warm, safe sensation. That’s how I feel when he calls me wife—like he’d take care of me.
Like he’s both my safe harbor and the man who wants me, all in one.
Sitting on the couch with him behind me, directing the scene, I tug the skirt up, up, up my thighs, then to my waist, revealing my panties to him.
“Fuck.” The vibration from the growl lands in my ear. I can tell he’s staring down at my white cotton panties.
“But you can’t see exactly what you’ve done yet.”
A soft laugh falls from his lips. He cups my jaw, turns my face to him. “What a good point. Be a good wife then and let me taste you for the first time.”
I shiver, expecting him to come around and drop down between my knees. But instead he nods, urging me on. “Come on, your husband is hungry. Slide your finger inside.”
I shudder but obey, gathering up my own arousal, then lifting my hand to him. With his face next to mine, he sucks on my finger, and I swear I go up in flames from the sounds he makes. It’s like he’s eating the most extravagant meal. Then he grabs my face and crashes his mouth down on mine. His tongue strokes inside. His teeth nip on my lips. He’s voracious. When he breaks the kiss, I feel dazed, drunk on him already.
In a flash, he’s around the couch, down on his knees, peeling off my panties. He looks up at me. “Now, I can kiss you in a whole new way.”
39
KING SIZE
Asher
I could drown in her.
She tastes incredible. Like I knew she would. But somehow even better. I guess that’s what it’s like when you finally have your dream girl. She’s better than your dreams. Because she’s real and sweet and addictive on my tongue. I kiss her pussy like I can’t get enough of her because I can’t.
My hands find their way up the soft flesh of her thighs as I spread her nice and wide. She murmurs and cries out as I lick up her pussy, sucking on her. She arches and shudders, and that drives me on. I trace a circle around her clit with my tongue and suck her into my mouth, making her cry out. I listen for her cues, and I follow them, shifting from soft, fluttery licks to hungry kisses, lavishing the attention her sweet pussy deserves from my mouth. Nothing has ever felt so right. No one has ever felt so much like mine, even though I know that’s not true. But it’s a heady thought and a thrilling one all the same as I lick and kiss and stroke.
“God, Asher,” she whispers, then curls her hands around my head. A bolt of pleasure rushes down my body, making me even harder.
“Yeah,” I mutter against her, urging her on. “Grab my head.”
She laughs softly, then murmurs, “So controlling even when you eat me.”
I pull back, look up at her, not even smiling. Just arching a brow. “Yes, I am. Is that a problem?”
Excitement flashes across her features as she shakes her head quickly. “I like it.”
“I thought so. Now grab my head and use my fucking face like I told you to, wife.”
She huffs out a breath like she’s annoyed when her wet pussy says the opposite. So do her hands as she wraps them tighter around me, gripping harder, letting me know she likes this too. Every second of our back and forth. She arches her hips and soon she’s following my orders, thrusting her hips at my face.
I push on her thighs, opening her wider, lifting her knees up so her feet are at the edge of the couch. I keep her open for me, holding her in place like that as I lick her and eat her. I glide my hands under her ass, squeezing it hard, and fighting off a torrent of pleasure that slams into me. Her ass in my hands is fucking spectacular. She whines and I love that too.
It’s so very Maeve. I catalog this detail—Maeve is a whiner because of course she’s a whiner. She’s the girl who doesn’t hold back. She does everything with her whole heart and body. So it’s not really a surprise, but it is a fucking delight that she puts her whole heart and body into getting eaten out.