Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
She gasped at the sudden spanking of her bottom, but her husband's arms were already going around her, his hands cupping her breasts from behind, kneading and squeezing gently at first before suddenly pinching her nipples so, so hard it had her gasping anew as she started seeing stars.
"What did I tell you about not making noise, wife?"
Her husband purred the words into her ear just as his cock thrust into the moist warmth of her already throbbing cunt, and Emmy had no chance to even think. The shocking fullness of his length consumed her mind, and all she could do was clutch desperately on the edges of his desk as he started fucking her.
Hard.
Harder.
Just so, so hard that she never stopped seeing stars, and his fingers, oh dear heavens, his fingers were torturing her with as much pleasure as he plucked and pinched her nipples in perfect rhythm with his deep, forceful thrusts.
Every savage pump of his hips against her was agonizingly good, and she never wanted it to stop.
No, please, never, please.
But in the end, it was her body that couldn't last, her pussy that could no longer take more, and as she found herself losing consciousness even as her form continued to convulse in the aftermath of her orgasm, it was then she heard her husband growl her name as he, too, started to cum.
Emerald.
Emerald.
Emerald.
And he was saying it as if she was his most coveted prize, and one he would never ever let go.
Chapter Eleven
ROWLAND WATCHED EMMY slowly wake up, and it was amusing to see how her expression went from dazed to dismayed in an instant. She jerked up to a sitting position, but he easily held her down when she tried to leave his lap.
"I can't believe we...we...and...where..."
"It's my office, sweetheart, and you're my wife," he said soothingly. "We can do whatever we want."
"But what if they heard—-"
A smirk curved over his lips. "And whose fault do you think would that be if they did?"
"Rowland!"
It was her first time to say his name of her own volition, and Rowland was surprised to find how much he loved hearing it, even if she had cried it out in protest.
"Say it again," he urged.
She looked at him, nonplussed, and then exasperated. "I'm being serious here—-"
"So am I."
His wife tried to scowl at him, but when he only continued gazing at her, she bit her lip as her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink.
"Rowland..."
This time, his wife said it with such awkwardness and shyness, and the sound turned him on for some reason.
Why the hell did everything his woman did so damn irresistible?
He was not used to having a woman wield so much power over him, and while a part of him wanted to know what exactly made her different from all the other women he had fucked—-
The other part of him just wanted to live in ignorant bliss and let sleeping dogs lie. He had never been the type to bury his head in the fucking sand, and while it galled him to do so now, his guts told him that taking his relationship with Emerald one day at a time was the safest thing to do...for now.
Don't fucking rock the boat if you don't have to, Asherfield.
And so he took a fistful of his wife's hair, and he heard her whimper as his mouth closed over hers.
To hell with figuring out why he wanted her.
All that should matter was that he did, and Rowland deliberately shoved all other thoughts aside as he lost himself in the bewitching taste of her mouth. But the kiss soon turned carnal, with Emmy somehow ending up straddling his lap, and Rowland could only grown when it was his wife that started grinding her wet pussy against his cock.
"Do you want me, Emerald?" he whispered.
"Y-Yes."
"Then take me."
Her eyes widened, her lips parted, but Rowland didn't take the words back.
"Take me."
This time, he spoke the words in a commanding tone, and a tremulous cry spilled past his wife's lips just before her hands curved over the broad slope of his shoulders.
"Y-Yes, husband..."
She slowly impaled herself on his cock, every inch of her naked body trembling, and seeing her head fall back as her pussy swallowed his entire length was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life.
"R-Rowland..."
"Ride me," he urged in a desire-roughened voice, and a shudder rocked his wife's body before once again submitting to his orders. She rode him as he asked, her every move betraying her awkwardness and innocence, but this, too, was the hottest thing he had ever experienced.
Why, dammit?
When he should have found her lack of expertise a waste of time, it only made him hunger for her more, and when she finally found her rhythm, and she started riding him harder and faster—-