Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
"That's it, little mouse, flutter that pussy around my cock. I know you like it, that you want this." He continues moving in and out of me. Between his dirty words and the way his cock is filling me, it's more than I can take. The orgasm bursts through my body, Warren's hand soothing my moans of pleasure.
He thrusts deep and hard, moving the desk under us as he comes inside of me. His body jerks, and I feel his release spill into me.
His hand slides away from my mouth. “Little mouse.” Warren’s breathing is labored as he presses kisses to my neck and then my mouth. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He brushes some of my curls that came loose out of my face.
“No.” I wrap my legs around him and slide my hands up his chest to around his neck. “That was amazing.”
He smiles down at me. His eyes are soft and warm, putting an expression on his face that I know is reserved for me alone.
“I look forward to what my wife comes up with next.”
“What about you? You don’t have any fantasies?”
“I do.”
“Well, don’t hold out on me.”
“My fantasy is you, little mouse.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
WARREN
“What do you think of this one?” Tova comes out from the closet, this time in a blue dress. Her shoulders are bare, the top part fitting her like a second skin. When it reaches her waist, it flares out.
I’ve noticed she favors dresses that cling to her chest; she told me it was so she didn’t have to wear a bra, which I rather enjoy. However, when we’re going to be around others, I find I don’t care for others staring at her.
“It’s pretty.”
“You’re not very good at this.” She scurries back into the closet. “And this is your fault!” Tova shouts.
“It was an accident.” When I’d come up to change for the evening, she’d been in a white dress; it reminded me of our wedding, and I might have been overzealous. She had no complaints when she was coming on my face and then my cock. I broke the zipper, but in my defense, it was hidden.
“What about this one?” she asks, coming back out of the closet. “I know this isn’t your thing, but what do you think?”
“That’s the one.” No, this isn’t my thing. The dresses appear the same to me for the most part in different colors; this one is different. It stands out from the others. “This one is more you.”
Tova’s whole face lights up, and she jumps at me. I catch her, pulling her into me. “Careful.”
“Lift me higher,” she demands, and I bring her eye level to me. Tova starts kissing me all over my face. “I made this one.” Fuck me, does my chest ache when she lights up this way and it's directed fully at me. It soothes something deep inside of me that I don't understand, but I find it doesn't matter. I know it's all because of her, and I also know I enjoy it.
"Okay, put me down." She wiggles her small body against me, rubbing against my cock. "Oh my God, you're hard again." Tova laughs.
"Maybe I don't want to put you down."
"We can't hide up here forever, and I want to check on things. I am the lady of the house, after all." Tova gives me a mischievous smile.
"Fine." I put her down on her feet.
"How fancy are these people that are coming?"
"They are only people, little mouse. Don't worry over who they are." I don't want her to get herself worked up over it, and I know she will. The mayor is one of the guests. This is, after all, what my father wanted.
I don’t want to deal with this tonight. Another one of our warehouse containers was broken into; this one, however, was empty. There had also been a fire lit behind one of the apartment complexes we own. I don’t know if that’s connected or not. It was caught and put out before any real damage could be done.
“I know, this is just my first event as your wife. I don’t want to end up put away somewhere.”
“Don’t be a little brat.” I give her ass a small smack.
“I’m only teasing.” Tova presses a kiss to my mouth, and I put her back on her feet. She takes my hand, and I let her lead me out of our room and downstairs, where she breaks away to go talk to Chef Marcello.
Over the past few weeks, she’s been relaxing more and not tiptoeing around the house like she doesn’t belong here. Tova is finding her footing, and she was right about letting her be friendly with some of the men who work with me.
The other day, she made Turner a bouquet of flowers to take home to his wife when she heard she wasn’t feeling well. Turner had asked if it was okay to give his wife, Sofie, Tova’s number to thank her.