Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
His mother was right, after all.
A hopeless romantic he seemed to fucking be as well, having fallen in love with the wife who was only supposed to be his tool for revenge.
Chapter Eight
Charlee-Mae's heart started thudding against her chest when her husband suddenly walked away...to check if their door was locked. It wasn't (oh my), but it was now, and by the time Philippe walked back to her side, the butterflies in her stomach had already started flying around like they had completely lost their minds...and they went even crazier when Philippe locked his gaze with hers just as he started removing the rest of his clothing.
Oh...my...Lord.
He was naked in mere moments, and Charlee-Mae's throat went dry. Philippe had always been gorgeous, but he was more so now, with every muscular inch of him exposed. The light sprinkling of hair on his chest made her fingers itch, and they itched even more as her gaze trailed down and she saw his fully aroused cock visibly throbbing with need.
Philippe started walking towards her, and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when he started unbuttoning her clothes. It also took only moments to have her naked, and when she saw the way her husband was staring so hungrily at her breasts—-
She cupped her tits, and he groaned.
"Please," she whispered.
And she had no need to say anything else, with Philippe already bending his head to suckle her breast even as he lifted her up in his arms.
The feel of his mouth on her nipple had her throwing her head back with a moan, and all she could do was wrap her limbs around him as he carried her back to bed. His mouth continued to suckle on her breast as he laid her down, and she could only whimper and buckle as she felt him position himself between her legs.
He felt incredibly big and hard, and his mouth sweet and fierce at the same time as he moved on to suckle her other breast. It just felt so, so good, having his mouth sucking on her nipple, and she could only cry out when that same mouth moved all the way down—-
Aaah!
She would've flown off the bed if not for his fingers clamping around her thighs to hold her down, and Charlee-Mae could only whimper as Philippe slowly ran his tongue against her swollen folds.
"I cannot get enough of your taste, mon ceour."
His whispered words had her buckling, but since it was also at that moment Philippe had chosen to drive his fingers inside of her—-
Oh God!
Charlee-Mae felt like she was losing her mind as Philippe's fingers went deep in her pussy, just as his mouth latched on to her clit. His fingers started to move, and her hips rose and fell in a seemingly frantic attempt to keep up with the pace of his thrusts.
And it was fast.
His fingers were plunging in and out of her pussy so, so fast it was making her struggle to catch her breath.
"Philippe, oh God..."
But what was truly making her go crazy was his mouth on her clit, his tongue teasing, circling, and lashing against the nub of flesh, and just when she felt like she could no longer take it—-
Her husband nipped her clit ever so lightly with his teeth, and that was all it took, with Charlee-Mae gasping as she started to cum.
Oh my Lord!
Her orgasm turned her whole world upside down, and as wave after wave of pleasure pounded her body, she vaguely felt Philippe moving back and taking hold of her legs to spread them open, wider and wider oh God, until—-
"Philippe!"
She could only whisper his name in shock as he entered her without warning, his cock driving hard and fast into her still-quivering pussy until it completely broke past her hymen.
She saw his jaw clench as he looked down at where their bodies were joined—-
"You're bleeding, mon coeur."
The words had her pussy tightening around his cock, and Philippe groaned.
"You are so tight..."
Her inner muscles reacted to his words, and Philippe's features became strained.
"I need to move, ma femme."
Charlee-Mae could only manage a nod, and as soon as she did, oh Lord—-
She moaned, and then she moaned again, with Philippe having started to move, and the feel of his cock pulling out and thrusting back inside of her—-
"C'est magnifique," she whispered unthinkingly, and to her surprise, her husband suddenly cursed under his breath.
"Philippe?"
"You shouldn't have said that," he growled.
She wanted to ask what he meant, but she could no longer do so with Philippe suddenly kneeling up just as his fingers curled around her ankles. The next thing she knew, he was holding her legs wide open in the air—-
"I'll try to be gentle," her husband said hoarsely.
Try?
Did he just say try——OH MY LORD!
He pulled out and rammed back into her, and no, oh God, this was not gentle, not gentle at all, but it was just, ah, just so, so good that all she could do was pant and hold on to the edges of the bed—-