Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“He loves it.”
“Don’t blame him,” he breathes in my ear. “I will say though that I’m awfully jealous of him. That he gets to tap it every night.”
“Please just—”
“What else?” he cuts me off. “What else do you do to calm him down?”
Oh God, I can’t say this, can I? It’s not… exactly appropriate. It’s not exactly what a good girl does to get her new husband to listen. But I have to or he won’t let it go. “Sometimes I tell him to”—I swallow, my fingers digging into the earth—“fuck me in front of them. So they know… they know who I b-belong to.”
He chuckles again, but this time it’s strained, as if it’s getting difficult to hold on to his composure. “Ah, what a sweet little whore.”
His words are accompanied by a brutal squeeze of my tit and I arch up again. “Please.”
“I can see why that asshole wants to kill for you. Why he wants to burn down the world to keep you safe. He’s still on parole, ain’t he,” he bites out. “Bet he don’t care about that either. Bet he’ll go to jail for you too, if it means he gets to kill whoever looks your way.”
My heart twists in my chest and I struggle under him. “Stop… stop calling him an asshole. My husband is not an asshole.”
His chest swells with a breath, and a second later, his weight disappears, and I’m being pulled off the ground. He flips me and puts me on my knees and I finally face my attacker. Just like any other guest at the wedding earlier, he’s wearing a suit, black pants, black jacket. But other than his stature, which is larger than that of any other man at the wedding, the one thing that sets him apart and makes him so scary is the mask he has on.
The mask of a bull with horns.
My belly quivers at the sight of it, and I have to pace my breaths so as not to pass out with fear. And Lord, anticipation. He dips his face and I watch his lips move. “You’re a mouthy one, aren’t you?” He grips my hair and pulls at it, stretching my neck. “Let’s see what else this pouty little mouth is good for. You made me watch you walk down the aisle in that dress with a fuckin’ hard-on from hell, didn’t you? So how about you put your mouth on my pissed-off cock and soothe it like your life depends on it. Like you were fuckin’ born to do. Fuckin’ take me out.”
He jerks me forward, but I put my hands on his tree trunk thighs and stop him. I look up at him and whisper, “Please just… Don’t come in my mouth.”
I watch his stubbled jaw clench and I swear his pitch-black eyes narrow behind the mask. His grip in my hair turns even more brutal as he growls, “How about you let me give all the orders while you focus on followin’ them? You wanna get out of here, don’t you? You want your husband.” I nod quickly. “So then, you do what God intended for you to do with your cocksucking mouth and fuckin’ suck my cock and let me worry about where to put my cum.”
With the way he’s breathing, I don’t think any more pleading will turn out well. His frame is jerking with his violent breaths, and I can see he keeps clenching his jaw, as if it’s getting painful now to wait. It’s better for me if I give him what he wants so I can finally meet my husband.
So I get to work. I unzip his pants and take him out. He’s so big and thick. He’s leaking, angry and ruddy. I can see why he’d be pissed off about it. I bet that thing is painful. So with my knees digging into the dirt, I lean forward and put my mouth on him. And then I suck like he said he wants me to. Like my life depends on it. Like God made me for this, and it’s my job to be on my knees in front of him, servicing him, soothing him, sucking his cock.
Which means I don’t give him a chance to force me to take him deeper because I get there first. I take him deeper and deeper with every suck until instead of my mouth, he’s fucking my throat. And instead of standing there all tall and stoic, he’s thrown his head back and he’s shuddering with every pull of my mouth. When his thighs tense and it looks like he’s going to come, he jerks me off his cock by my hair and flips me around. My knees and hands hit the ground again, the dirt and gravel somehow making me even dizzier than before.