Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Baby.” He pushes the word through his teeth, the light and dark warring in his eyes. “I’m so close to fucking you, but I can’t break my solemn vow. I. Can’t. I won’t risk fucking you and breeding you without my last name behind yours. Permanently. Legally. I won’t. You know why I have to do things this way.”
My heart cracks in a hundred different ways as I see that little boy I met all those years ago shining in his eyes.
All the pain from losing his mother. From knowing his father never knew he was alive.
It’s trauma bundled up as purpose, and I will not break this man. I will put him back together. Like he will do for me for the rest of our lives.
“I understand, cowboy. You won’t fuck me, and I’m a brat for constantly tempting you. But I want this. I want to give you this, so you can concentrate on our vows. You tell me, Roman Marshall, if you go out there all pent-up, you gonna even remember to say ‘I do’? Or is it all gonna be a blur because you’re so horny you can’t see straight? I want my husband to remember our wedding. This will help.”
I smile, my hands working the big silver buckle, the metal slinking, then the button popping open from the pressure of his erection without me even touching it.
Lust crashes around inside me as I see the approval in his eyes. I’ve sucked his cock more times than I can count in the time we’ve been together. We’ve been exploring each other for years, right under the noses of our parents. They might have some idea we’re sweet on each other, but they don’t know it all.
Thank God.
“I can’t wait to watch those tits bounce when I fuck you,” he rasps, running his tongue along his lips. “Suck Daddy. Suck him good.”
His demand makes me pulse down low. A spring in my tummy tightens and tightens as he releases a broken moan when I work the zipper down, and his monstrous cock pops out, the head purple and leaking, and God, it does look painful.
“I will.” I work my hands up and down the heated steel shaft, tugging the head to my lips as the music outside the walls continues with the fast-thumping beat of Dasha.
There’s nothing more fulfilling than seeing the pleasure on this hard man’s face, knowing I’m the only source of it in his life.
I need to give him this now, even if we’re keeping people waiting.
I’m on fire down in my lady bits as I swipe my tongue along the slit, tasting him and letting that flavor remind me of who I am, because he tastes like home.
Nerves spark and zap over my skin as I stretch my lips wide and devour the head in one fast suck. Even with practice, taking him in my mouth is not an easy task, and I’m likely imagining it, but today he feels bigger, and my lips have to stretch farther to accommodate his girth.
I hang onto the shaft with both hands, my fingers barely wrapping around as his hips immediately start to buck, and his hands rake through my up-do, ruining it in one clench of those calloused fingers.
Saliva immediately drips from my lips down onto my breasts, and I’m sure my dress and corset will be wrecked by the time I leave this room.
I don't care. I want to be marked with this man in every way.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he roars to the ceiling, my jaw already aching as he works my head with his hands, shoving himself deeper, deeper. “I love that pretty mouth. You look like a cowboy’s wet dream down there on your knees, giving me head.”
I’m moaning with him as he works my throat, the salty taste making something inside me come to life. I’m wild for him. It makes me feel free and feral, like when I’m riding hard around that last barrel.
His pleasure wakes something primal and purposeful in my DNA. His gratification is the balm to my soul. His praise lifts me up and puts me on a pedestal, even when I’m here on my knees.
“Suck, baby. Suck, lick, suck more. Fuck. I love how you suffer for me. Suffer to make Daddy feel good.”
Roman’s hips pump forward and back as I gack and gag, struggling to hold all of him in my mouth at once. But he doesn’t stop. He knows when I’m in danger, and he also knows his wildness and demands feed me. We feed on each other. Yin and yang. He’s the only man on this Earth who can tame me. Who can make me want to please him more than myself.
His breathing is shaky as I swallow around him, my throat resisting, then relenting, as my eyes burn, tears streaming down, but even through the blur, I look up to see Roman looking down at me like I’m the most beautiful, precious creature he’s ever seen.