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)
It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen her naked; I’m still always in awe of her. My wife is breathtaking. She’s too tempting, and I’m too out of control to resist. I pounce, lifting Tova into my arms.
“I do need you,” I growl. Tova wraps her legs around me. I need to be inside of her now.
I reach down, guiding my cock to her entrance, and thrust fully into her. A gasp leaves her, and I know I should slow down, but I can’t. I pull out and thrust right back in. I’m taking what I need, and she’s giving it to me.
“Warren,” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulder. The bite of pain only eggs me on. Another growl rumbles from me as I turn my head, finding her mouth. I plunge my tongue into it, needing her taste more than I need oxygen. I want every part of her on me, reminding me that I have her. That she’s okay. That she’s safer now because everyone will know the consequences of messing with her.
I drink down her moans of pleasure, my mouth staying on hers as I thrust in and out. Her tight pussy clings to my cock. Logic tells me I should slow down; she’s too tight for my rough handling, but still I can’t.
“You're too tight, little mouse. I can’t—”
“Don’t stop.” Tova drops her head back, exposing her neck to me. The urge to sink my teeth into her delicate skin and mark her there too is impossible to resist, so I don’t.
I sink my teeth into her, still pistoning in and out. Primal triumph rushes through me. Tova’s sweet sexy moans fill the shower, only making me go harder, my cock hitting her cervix, her body taking every inch of me.
I drive into her over and over. Tova’s pussy is wet and hot, burning me along with it. I can feel my release coming. I don’t slow down or try to prolong it. I need it. I keep my rhythm. Tova’s pussy starts to flutter around me, and I know she’s with me.
“Warren!” She screams my name, her cunt locking around my cock. Tova shatters in my arms. I come, driving into her as deep as I can, making sure every drop releases right into her cervix.
I bury my face in her neck, trying to catch my breath. “I’m sorry.” I kiss the spot I bit, a mark lingering on her delicate skin. Tova is meant to be loved gently and cherished. Not ravished by an animal that can’t control itself.
“Don’t you apologize for that,” Tova snaps at me. I lift my head. “We both needed it.” Her fingers play with my hair. I nod in agreement. I'm not sure I can fully speak right now. Instead I take care of my wife, flipping off the water before slowly putting her back onto her feet and grabbing a towel to wrap around her.
Once we’re both dry, I lift her again into my arms, carrying her over to the sitting area, where I place her down on the couch and flip on the fireplace that she loves. I often find her here reading.
When I come back to her, I lift her again before I sit, putting her in my lap. She rests her head on my shoulder. I close my eyes and savor the quiet for a minute, thanking my lucky stars that I’m able to have this with her.
“Are you better now?” Tova shifts to straddle me. The robe I put on her slips off one shoulder.
“I bit you.” I touch the spot, both loving and hating that I left it on her.
“It was hot.” Tova sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.
“Then leave the biting to me.” I pull her lip out from between her teeth and kiss it. A giggle leaves her. I close my eyes and relish the sound. “Your laughter, it always settles me.” The sound lets me know she’s okay and happy. “You were right; I needed that.”
“And that settles me, Warren. Knowing that I can handle you. Take care of you in ways no one else can.”
“No one.” I shake my head. My wife has special powers. She has from the very start. I was always lured to her, my own existence trying to be hers. “But don’t think you’re not in trouble.” Tova scrunches her nose, glancing around the room, not making eye contact. “Little mouse.”
“I got to meet Marks. It was so fun and cool and all the things.” The words tumble out of her mouth, her face bright and excited. Fuck, does it make it hard to be mad about it when she looks at me like that.
“She called me,” I tell her. “She called all of us.”
“Really? I saw her hiding the phone. I knew she was up to something, but I wasn’t sure.”