Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Less chaotic.
I want to savor every inch of her, every moan and sigh.
“Grab the headboard, baby.”
She blinks up at me, but does what she’s told, reaching up over her head to hold on to the black iron headboard.
“How did you get all of this up here?”
“I can’t reveal all of my secrets.” I nibble her jawline, then bite her lower lip before licking over it and sinking into her, kissing her deeply and glorying in the groan that comes from deep in her chest.
When her fingers dive into my hair, I pull away.
“Brooks.”
“Hold. The. Headboard.” I bite her chin. “I won’t tell you again.”
“I want to touch you.”
Smiling softly, I nibble her thumb and then her wrist before placing her hand above her head, around the wrung once more.
“You’ll touch me. I promise. For right now, I want to explore my wife’s stellar body, and I want you to keep your hands up there.”
“Bossy,” she whispers, but her eyes are full of humor as I go back to kissing her deeply, my hands taking a tour of her perfect-as-fuck curves. She squirms when my fingers drift up the inside of her thigh, making me grin.
“I fucking love how responsive you are when I touch you. I’ll bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” I nibble my way down her breastbone to her belly button and draw a circle around it with my tongue before nudging my shoulders between her legs and spreading her open. “Just what I thought. Your pretty pussy has soaked these panties.”
“Not a surprise,” she murmurs. “Can I touch you now?”
“Not yet.”
Her skin is warm and fucking irresistible, and I press wet kisses over her inner thigh, then up to her core, and grin when she gasps.
“What made you this wet, baby? Was it the thought of your husband fucking you hard and fast?”
She whimpers and bites her lower lip. “It’s the way you touch me. Look at me. Hell, all you have to do is breathe in my vicinity and I’m a faucet.”
I huff out a breath against her pussy, and she moans.
“You like that.”
“You know I like it.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hand leave the headboard.
“Juliet.” My hard voice has her gripping it once more, obviously frustrated.
“It’s my wedding night too, you know.”
With a chuckle, I pull the crotch of her panties to the side, tugging them tight over her clit, making her gasp.
“Oh, I know it is. Wife.”
Fuck, this woman is my wife.
I lower my face and lap at her, from her entrance to her clit, and her back bows beautifully off the bed, pushing her tits into the air, those nipples begging for my fingers. She cries out when I pinch one hard and then move to the next.
“You’re going to come on my face, make a mess out of me, and then you can touch me.” My finger slides through her soaked lips, then pushes inside her, making her groan. “So tight. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
“Brooks,” she moans, shifting her hips. “Please.”
I’m so fucking hard that I’m humping the bed. Christ, I had her several times this morning, and I’m already starved for her. All I wanted all damn day was to whisk her away somewhere so I could pound into her, reminding her that she’s mine. But there was no time to sneak away. Our family and friends didn’t want to let us out of their sight.
Another finger joins the first, and I move the lace aside so I can wrap my lips around her hard bundle of nerves, making her cry out. God, she tastes like pure fucking sin, and she sounds even better, with all of those soft little whimpers coming out of her lips.
“Yes! Holy shit, that’s so good. Just like that.”
Her voice is so rough, so full of lust and need, it only fuels my own. I’m finger fucking the hell out of her, rubbing against her G-spot and making her legs shake next to my ears.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Come on my face, Wildfire.” I suck hard, and she cries out as the climax moves through her. Her back bows again, her feet dig into my back, and I lap up every delicious fucking drop. “That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl.”
She’s mewling, moaning as she comes down from the climax, and when I move over her, caging her between my elbows, she finally lets go of the rungs above her head and wraps them around my back and down to my ass, pulling me against her. My cock is nestled against her slit, sliding back and forth lazily, as if it’s not pounding and raging, wanting to fuck her into oblivion.
“So fucking wet,” I growl against her mouth. “And all mine.”
“All yours,” she agrees, tipping her hips up in invitation. “Please.”