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)
I bring my hand down on her hip and get ready for the ride of my life.
9
Emily
Holy Christ.
“I don’t want to ever stop,” I choke out as Roman mounts me on top and lies back, stretching, doing that thing where he laces his fingers and rests them on top of his head like he’s done so many times in the past when I’m sucking his cock.
But this is better. The pain still bites down low, but it’s less now, and I’m sure it’s chemicals or endorphins or just manic lust, but it’s a low throb and not close to raw enough to make me want to stop.
I spread my legs wide and roll my hips, watching this mountain of a man under me come unglued.
“That. Fuck. Do that again. A thousand times.” His eyes roll back as I brace my palms on the hard surface of his chest. His breathing is rapid and ragged, and I have a sense of power knowing I did that to him.
It’s the same rush I get when I’m riding a thousand-pound animal that could buck me off and stomp me to death if it so chose, but instead, we are racing forward into danger together as one.
Roman’s coarse hair is rasping on my inner thighs as I start to move, forward and back, forward and back, the sensation of being so full of him shocking and satisfying in a way I could not have imagined.
“God, you are perfect.” He growls as his hands come up to squeeze the flesh of my breasts, sending vibrations outward as I fuck through the two releases he’s already filled me with.
I hum, low and needy in my throat, following his groans as I rock and buck my hips into our sticky, combined mess. His hips start to move with mine, and I think of all the times we’ve been naked together before.
All the times we could have done this. All the times I could have climbed on his massive morning wood, broken my cherry, and made all the waiting and aching stop.
But this is better. He was right. I hate him for it, but I love him for it just as much.
“What are you thinking, baby?” His hands work my nipples, rolling them in his fingertips as he shifts under me, bending his legs slightly, forcing my clit down on the hard washboard of his pelvis.
The white lights start to twinkle behind my lids again.
“It’s dumb.” I shake my head, the weird thought that just flashed inside my brain making me smile through my horniness.
“Tell me.” Rough fingers cover my throat, just enough grip that I focus and exhale as boldness moves my body in ways I didn’t know were possible, Roman’s cock pushing into my belly.
“Just… We took all these pictures at the wedding. And everybody makes such a big deal about making sure they get pictures at the ceremony… but really, isn’t this the big show? The part where you really start to belong to each other? This moment...” I rock my hips up and back, up and back, faster, faster. “This is what we should take pictures of. Right now. The blood, and the mess, and the sweat, and all of it. This is where we become one person. Nobody ever takes pictures of this?”
Roman freezes as a click startles me from behind.
My head swings around as Roman’s grip on my neck tightens. “Don’t stop fucking me,” he orders, as my attention focuses on a man in a black suit, holding a camera as he comes through the open door of the bedroom.
“How… That’s crazy, how’d you do that?” I stare down at Roman, then cross my arms over my chest and look back at the stranger invading our wedding night.
Roman moves his hand from my throat to my arms. “Ignore him. He’s here because I want to remember this forever. You thinking it at the same time I was making it happen?” He shakes his head. “That’s us, baby. So connected.”
I hum in my throat, raising my butt an inch, making sure I catch the photographer behind me. Liquid arousal floods out of me. Being watched is something I never considered before, but in usual Roman fashion, he knows what I like and wants it more than I do.
“Fuck me, wife.” He takes hold of my hips in a brutal grip, sliding them around to clamp on my rear end.
And I do as I’m told.
Fast and desperate and dramatic. I’m a drama queen, I know it, and certainly my soul mate does as well.
My veins fill with heated blood as I grind and buck and fuck, letting all the years of lust and denial out of me. I’m safe, even with a stranger watching. Maybe even more so, because there’s a thrill knowing if anything happened, Roman would protect me.