Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
All is quiet and, because I’m polite, I knock.
“I’ll be out in a little bit,” Amal calls out, her tone aloof.
I try the door but find it locked. “What the fuck, Amal?”
“There’s a second bathroom. You can use it.”
“Unbelievable,” I mutter, then grip the doorknob and turn hard enough to pop the flimsy lock and push open the door to find Amal soaking in the tub, mouth opening in a surprised O.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks.
“Checking on my wife.”
“You just broke the lock.”
“Thought you were running a bath for us. It is our wedding night,” I say and step inside. The room is steamy from the hot water and Amal is leaning against one end of the two-person tub hands protectively if not a bit dramatically covering her breasts.
“Did it occur to you I might need a minute alone.”
“You had a minute. More than one.”
I go to the toilet, lift the lid to take a piss.
She mutters something as I flush then walk over to the sink to wash my hands. In the mirror I see her gaze is glued to my ass. When I catch her eye and raise an eyebrow, she quickly looks away.
“Do you have to stand there naked?” she asks.
I cross the spacious bathroom and step into the tub. Amal pulls her legs back.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Conserving water. Better for the environment.” I settle in across from her and we watch each other, her with her arms still covering herself, me with mine spread over the edges of the tub. “Come here,” I tell her, gesturing with a curl of my fingers.
“I’m fine here.”
“Come anyway, little wifey.”
“Little wifey?”
“Just trying it out since Little Virgin is out. Now come here.”
She raises her eyebrows. “I think you’re taking the obedience thing a little far. If you’re not getting out, I will.”
She makes to stand but I grab hold of her arm and pull her down to me. Water splashes out of the tub making a mess on the tiled floor.
“Did I miss something?” I ask, surprised at her behavior. “Is there a reason you’re being an asshole?”
“I’m not. I just need a minute!” She struggles as I wrap my arms around her, holding her back against my chest.
“You were crying.”
“I wasn’t.”
“I have eyes in my head.”
She shrugs a shoulder.
I lift her, turn her to face me.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shifts her gaze away and shakes her head. “You didn’t hurt me more than anyone would have. I’m just—”
“First of all,” I cut her off because did she just fucking say that? “No one else will ever touch you because if they try, I will kill them.”
She looks up at me, clearly surprised by my tone. “It’s not like–”
“I will kill them. Understand?”
“Yeah. Fine. Don’t be crazy.”
I grit my teeth because she’s right, I am being crazy, but I feel very protective of her. Not to mention possessive. I have from that very first day she came walking into my office, still in her school uniform. Just strolled right into the devil’s lair and had no idea what she was getting into.
“Now tell me why you were crying,” I ask, very aware of the proximity of her pussy to my cock.
“It was just a lot, Jet. It’s all a lot.”
“Tell me what’s a lot. What are you doing in Scotland anyway? What secret are you keeping?”
She shifts her gaze from mine. Whatever she’s hiding, I need to know. But when she draws her fingers up over my stomach to my chest, my breath catches and my dick takes it as an invitation.
Amal shifts on my lap, glancing down at my cock, licking her lips when she shifts her gaze back to mine, then to my chest, to the scars and tattoos there. I hold my breath as she traces the lines of scar tissue and ink, touching them gently. Curiously.
“What secrets do you keep, Jet?” she asks, then leans closer, brushes her lips over mine to kiss me.
“You can’t distract me that easily,” I say against her mouth, my hands closing over her arms.
“No? I think I can.”
She kisses me again, a tentative, inexperienced kiss, and I find I like it. I like my seductive, innocent wife very much. She sets her hands on my shoulders and opens her eyes to look at me as she raises herself up a little, brings herself closer to rub her clit against the length of my cock.
“Fuck.” I groan out the word because it’s going to take all I have not to impale her here and now.
“Make me come, Jet,” she says.
I slide my hands to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh before shifting my grip to her hips to draw her up along my shaft, then down.
Her eyes darken and her lips part.
“You want me to make you come?”