Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I slip my hand down the hem of her panties and part her pussy lips with the tips of my fingers. I stroke her softly, moving up and down, glazing my fingertips with her wetness before I finally sink them inside.
“Oh, god,” she moans. I bite her lower lip and pull her hair with my other hand.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, stroking my fingers in and out. “Does that feel right?”
“I love it,” she groans, breathing hard.
“I want to admit something to you, baby.”
“What?”
“I’m in a selfish mood tonight.”
She gasps as I press my fingers in deeper before taking them out. She pouts, looking annoyed. “What, are you going to stop?”
“Open your mouth.” I turn her around and force her hands up against the wall. “I’m going to bury my pussy-soaked fingers in your bratty fucking mouth while I take you from behind. And you’re not going to say a goddamn word while I get what I need from you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mass.” She whimpers when I rip down her panties, but that’s the last thing she says before I bury my fingers in her mouth. She instantly sucks them, licking her juices off, as I tease her pussy with my cock, slicking myself with her wetness before sinking myself inside.
It’s bliss. Fucking heaven. She’s so tight and warm. I keep my fingers in her mouth and make her suck them as I fuck her. I love the slutty way she licks and moans, her noises stifled as I fill her to the brim. My lust burns in my core, and in this moment, all I am is with her, and she’s all I really need.
My enemies are dead. My new allies are taking control.
And now I have my beautiful wife.
I fill her to the brim. I make her suck my fingers. I tell her how beautiful she is, how I want to make her suck a toy while I fuck her next time, or maybe she can ride a mold of my cock while she sucks the real thing. I want every hole stuffed to the brim, overflowing with me, filled with my cum, until she’s a writhing mess on the floor.
I pump into her, pleasure reaching a climax as I pull my fingers from her mouth. “Oh, fuck, Mass,” she begs. “Keep going.”
I stroke her clit with my spit-wet fingers, and that finally breaks her. She shatters for me, and it’s like the sky opening up in thunder. She’s so beautiful in orgasm, and I can’t help myself anymore. I release deep between her legs, growling and moaning into her hair, breathing her smell, tasting her skin like an animal, my knees going weak.
Fuck, only she can make me feel this out of control.
I come to still inside her. I hold her from behind and kiss her neck. I praise her in quiet whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Allie, my wife, mother of my child. I’m obsessed with you. I can’t stop thinking about how much I love this.”
“Better not make any promises you can’t keep,” she murmurs.
I grin and bite her shoulder. “Not possible.”
We end up in bed together, limbs tangled, her taste and smell wrapped around me, pushing away the stink of smoke and blood still trapped on my clothes.
ALLIE
It’s weird how relieved I feel when we finally get back to the apartment in the Fortress.
This place is my prison. It’s a really nice prison, but there’s no ambiguity here. I can go wherever I want, so long as I stay in my pretty little cage.
But I like it. Traveling around Turkey was fun. This place is like coming home.
Which is disturbing.
Rosie seems to feel the same way. She was fussy during travel but instantly calms once we’re in the apartment. I’m able to put her down in her crib that night.
Mass kisses me, lingering longer than I expected before finally excusing himself. “Work never stops,” he whispers, and I can tell he doesn’t want to leave.
The sick part is I don’t want him to go either.
I keep thinking about that night when he came home stinking of a burning building. His clothes were stained with splashes of red, and he was walking with a limp. But he picked up Rosie and put her down in her crib like a surgeon cutting into a delicate brain. He looked at my baby girl like she was the most incredible creature he’d ever seen before.
And then he looked at me the same way.
That’s the part that really fucked me up. It was the longing in his stare. The way he pulled me back to his bed, held me in his arms, and fell asleep like that.
It was vulnerable. And I doubt Mass ever lets his defenses down like that with anyone else in his life.
I liked it. God help me, but I did. I liked the sex, for obvious reasons, but I also liked the stuff after. Sleeping together. Waking up together. Drinking coffee on the veranda while he told me about the night before.