The Perfect Wrong Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
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Pregnant.

Inwardly, I’m screaming.

How can a single word make me grab on and kiss him until I’m breathless?

I know.

It’s a little early for a baby after tying the knot, but writing is always family friendly. The journal I’m with is pretty generous with maternity leave, too.

Plus, I know he’s talked about having a big family for months. How many times have I watched him hoisting up kids at the greyhound runs for a better view, laughing as he shows them how to engage the big dogs with dignity?

I’m just worried I might break my face smiling today.

My panties burn a little more each time I think about our future.

I’m so ready. I’m willing.

And this weekend, I’m going to do my damnedest to give him the greatest gift of all.

“Get this off before I destroy another dress,” he rumbles, pushing me onto the bed.

He’s right behind me, throwing the curtain shut behind him.

I pick at my dress, trying to unwrap it, while he effortlessly drops out of his fancy outfit.

Escaping from your wedding dress must always be a Houdini-worthy challenge, but with his help, we make it a ten-minute affair full of steaming kisses.

Once he’s naked and giving me that feral look, it’s on.

“There we go, princess,” he whispers, slipping one white shoe back on my foot. “Everything except the heels.”

I laugh and try slapping him away, but he’s too determined.

He reaches for my legs, barely waiting until they’re apart to shove his mouth to my simmering core.

“Chris!” I moan his name for the first of a million times tonight.

My fingernails reach for the smooth sheets, grabbing fistfuls, already overwhelmed by this glorious man.

I pull the sheets hard, all I can do to keep my brain intact as I pant wildly, then reach down to clasp his hands as he goes to work.

My newly minted husband laps my pussy so sweetly before driving up to my clit.

Then he finds the sweetness and draws it between his teeth. He holds me fiercely while my hips writhe.

I think we’ve set a new record.

Married woman to hot mess in under thirty seconds.

“Chris...God!” His name becomes a curse and prayer.

His fingers stroke my pussy while he licks my nub, sending me spinning into ecstasy. I can’t hold back. I can’t—

My mouth pulls open and I see stars, coming on his face for the first time as his wife.

Oh, but are the stars real?

Sure enough.

The bed’s canopy has silvery sparkles studded into a blue velvet background like the night sky.

I’m smiling as I come down from the high, but it fades so slowly.

He pulls me up and notices what I’m looking at.

“That was part of the package. When they mentioned the stars, I knew I had to pay through the nose for this bed,” he says, pushing his warm forehead to mine.

“Why?” I whisper.

“You, babe, were all the stars in my sky when I was in that hole and I couldn’t see shit. You still are. Every last scrap of light I’ll need.”

Is he trying to kill me tonight?

I’m so speechless that all I can do is run my hand across his face, gently stroking his brow, my eyes wet and stinging.

“I-I love you so much,” I force out.

“Love you, too, Delia. But let’s save the sugar for later, huh?” He leans in, his tongue delving into my mouth, reminding me just how much our hearts beat for each other.

“Hands over your head, baby. Don’t move ’em till I say.” He takes my hands and moves them over my head, planting a kiss on each wrist. “Fuck, you’re burning up for me.”

No denying it. I bite my bottom lip, trembling as our eyes lock.

“I’ll hose you off with the champagne chilling in that bucket when we’re finished. Tastes a thousand times better straight off your skin,” he whispers.

Oh. My. God.

With the edge in his voice, I may well self-combust before we ever get there.

He doesn’t even need to pin my wrists to the mattress.

His words are enough to keep me bound, any way he wants me.

And I’m still marveling when I feel his hands sliding under me, lifting my ass.

Then his cock is at my entrance, pulsing in his hand, spilling a trail of translucent sap over my mound.

His eyes are fused to mine the entire time until his hips roll forward.

He pushes into me with a powerful thrust, grunting as he drives so deeply.

I don’t know if I’ve been off the birth control long enough to truly get pregnant, but God, we’ll try.

And considering the claiming way he thrusts from the very first stroke, so is he.

He plows into me, stretching me open, shaking my entire being with a passion that’s more intense than ever.

I’m on the precipice in a matter of minutes.

He’s so intent on filling me he only slows once to twine fingers, feeling the ring on my hand.



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