Dirty Wedding Read Online Crystal Kaswell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 97574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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Fuck.

I soak in the perfection of the moment.

His hard, safe body. His earthy shampoo. His steady breath mingling with the slow jams.

I love him so much.

Need this so much.

My eyes blink open. Meet his.

He stares back with intense demand. He knows he has me where he wants me. He'll do whatever he wants with me.

"Sit on the bed," he orders.

I do.

He moves next to me. Pulls my hands behind my back.

Then he unhooks his tie. Wraps it around my wrists. Lays me down, on my side, so I'm facing the mirror.

"Don't move." He slips off the bed.

"Or."

"Or I won't fuck you."

Fuck. "Please."

"Don't move," he says it again. "Understand?"

I nod into the pillow.

"Good girl."

It winds me tight. That's all it takes. A little dirty talk and I'm ready to come.

Ty stays still for a minute. Two even. He makes me wait.

Then he strips slowly.

I watch as he does away with his shirt, belt, slacks.

Fuck, my husband is handsome. Tall and broad, his sculpted shoulders covered in tattoos.

His defined torso covered in tattoos.

Those are mine. Ironically enough, Ty is modest. He isn't the kind of guy who runs without a shirt. Even when it's a hundred and humid.

He saves this for me.

The lush rose in deep purple.

The lyrics to his favorite song.

The Latin quote.

et nos cedamus amori

Let us yield to love.

Fuck, it's so romantic.

And so fucking hot.

He moves onto the bed. Lies behind me.

He tugs at the restraints on my wrist. "You're patient today."

I nod into the pillow.

He slips two fingers inside me. "Obedient."

Fuck, that feels good. "Yes, sir."

"Because you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl." He drives his fingers into me again and again.

He winds me tighter and tighter. Until I'm so, so close.

Then he pulls back. Brings his hands to my hips. Holds me in place as he enters me.

I can't move.

He's not rough or forceful. He's gentle. And he's working with my round belly, but he still has me at his mercy.

Fuck, I love being at his mercy.

Ty brings his hand to my throat as he drives into me. "Come for me, baby."

It pushes me over the edge. I groan his name as I come. My cunt pulses, pulling him closer, deeper.

He keeps his hand on my throat. Slips the other between my legs. Rubs me through another orgasm.

He comes with me this time.

My world goes white, that perfect, soft blinding light. Only bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.

He spills every drop. Then he releases me. Undoes the bindings. Cleans me up.

Lies with me.

Ty runs his fingers through my hair. "Too much?"

"Not enough."

He chuckles. "You're insatiable."

"Always."

He presses his lips to my neck as he brings his hand to my stomach.

"Two months now," I say.

He nods.

"Do you think it will change everything?"

"Of course."

"But you'll still fuck me like this after she's born."

"No." He kisses me again. "I'll fuck you the way you like."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Indie."

"Say it anyway."

"Harder. Rougher. Hard enough I leave bruises."

Mmm. Yes. "You promise?"

"Always."

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