Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
We break the kiss, and I pull back to look up at him.
“I don’t want to share a bed with you,” I tell him, purposefully antagonizing him.
“You’ll be sharing our bed,” he states, then proceeds to kiss me again.
I shove him back against the tiles, and he smirks at the move. “You do not have free access to me. I am not yours.”
His hand glides over my stomach, then slips lower, sliding along my folds, before he inserts one finger into me and hooks into the sweet spot.
“No access. Got it.” His thumb rubs over my clit, and he tries to kiss me again, but I push him back. I’m trying to make this thing between us only physical.
“Stop being so…” I wave a hand at him, and he tries to hide his smile but fails miserably.
“You need to let me release some of this tension,” he states, and before I can say another word, he’s fisting my hair tighter and turning me so my back is to him, ass brushing against his cock. “Let me assist in your release.”
“You sound like a dickhead,” I inform him as I spread my legs a little wider, allowing his cock to tease my entrance. He slaps my ass hard before lifting his hand to my breast and twisting my nipple.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Did you say you want this cock”? He pushes inside me, but just the tip, before he pulls back out and gives my ass another slap.
“Eli,” I growl, infuriated at his teasing.
“No, you can call me husband from now on.”
This time, when he starts to push inside, I push back, and he makes a weird grunting sound as he enters me. The minute he’s inside me, we pause, a sigh of relief escaping us both. It feels so good… so full. His labored breathing matches mine. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he says in a gravelly voice that’s dropped a few octaves. He sounds unhinged, as he always does before he turns into a feral animal. I move my hips forward and then push back again, fucking myself on his cock. He remains still for a moment, appreciating the view as water washes over our sins.
Fuck, he feels good. His hands are still as if he can’t function. That is until he pulls out of me completely, lets go of my hair, turns me around to face him, and slams me against the tiled wall, one hand going to my throat. I wrap a leg around his hip, and he snarls at me.
“Stop it,” he growls.
“Stop what?” I tease
“Trying to be in control.”
“I’ve seen you fuck, or have you forgotten? Shut up and fuck me.” I try to rub against him, but he shakes his head, trying to keep a bit of distance between us, as if he knows if he gets too close, I’ll have him.
“You have my ring on your finger; you will call me your husband as we fuck.”
“You aren’t my husband yet.”
He smiles evilly, then lifts my hand to his lips, sucking my ring finger into his mouth while maintaining eye contact with me. Something happens between my legs as his tongue circles around my finger before he pulls it free. And then he drops to his knees.
His fucking knees.
“Eli, I—”
“I’m going to ravish you,” he warns, looking up at me through wet lashes.
I swallow hard. A small part of me should be mortified, but I’ve become so used to his wild demands and tastes that I just nod, letting him have me any way he wants—period or not.
He lifts my leg gently and places it over his shoulder, then he leans forward, his mouth finding my clit. He takes one long lick before he sucks it into his mouth.
Oh my fucking God.
My legs start shaking, and my hands grope along the tiled wall, trying to find something to grip onto, but there’s nothing. He continues licking and sucking, the pleasure washing through me.
It’s like heaven. I’ve had a man go down on me before, but never like this. Usually, it’s a few licks, and they’re done.
But not Eli. He keeps on going, even when my knee starts to buckle, and I know I can’t keep it up much longer.
“Eli,” I beg.
“No.” He pauses his assault on my clit to answer.
I know what he wants to hear, but I’m not willing to give it to him, even if he can make me see stars. I could make him see stars, too… with my guns if I shot him. But that would put a stop to the orgasm that is literally about to take hold of me.
And that would really be unfair.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, and I grab my tits and squeeze. He stands then, leaning in and kissing me on my lips.
“Next time you come, you will scream ‘husband.’” Then he lifts me up like a rag doll, holds me to him, and lowers me gently until he is fully inside me. And then he starts moving. I wrap my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss, and I can taste myself on his tongue.