Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series by Blake, Carina (ebook reader 7 inch txt) 📕

“Well, they know the boss has plans for his wife, then, and they’ll not interrupt me.” She has no idea how tempted I was to fuck her right there in the kitchen, but I was too afraid of someone walking in and I’d have to kill them for seeing my wife in the throes of passion.

The second we’re in our bedroom, I stalk toward the bed, tossing her on it. “Lose the clothes, wife. I want your pussy on my tongue in less than a minute.” She smiles and lifts her blouse off over her head. Her light pink bra is a little too small, and her tits are about to spill over. “I’m going to have to order you a larger size, no?”

“Yes, but this one is so cute.” It is for sure. I drop my head and forget about our minute because I can’t wait. Dragging the cup down, I suck on her soft breast, feeling her peak stiffen in my mouth, and lave my tongue in circles around her pink, puckered nipple until it’s completely hard and then I move to the other. She reaches between us and undoes my belt. I manage to get control of myself long enough to get her capris down her legs. Nudging her panties to the side, I slam inside her warmth.

“I can’t wait anymore.” Grunting and pumping, I lift up one of her legs onto my shoulder as she lays on the edge of the bed, taking every inch of me. I can’t get enough of her to stop. I bend down and take her mouth, kissing her like I’m starved. I want her to the point of pain. “I need to come, Dove. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Your soaking wet pussy’s greedy and wants my cum, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, give it to me, Victor. I need to come,” she breathes out between kisses. Sweating from teetering on the edge of my release, I stroke her little nub. Her eyes close, body tenses, back arches, and her voice cracks as she cries out my name, squeezing every drop of cum out of my sack and into her womb. Letting go of her leg, I lift her around the waist and pull her onto the bed completely.

“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy when you come on my cock,” I growl, leaning over her with my hands on the bed, and kiss my wife.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I wish I didn’t have to bother with the damn thing. “Excuse me.” Pulling out of her heat always feels like fucking torture.

“Of course.” I can tell she’s upset that I’ve gone for my phone again, but I’m a busy man and it’s why I haven’t gotten laid in many damn years. I don’t have time for a wife, and I wasn’t expecting Dove. I hate every call that comes to drag me away from home, especially now that she’s all I want.

“What is it, Fernando?”

“Someone has caused damage at the vineyard. They set it ablaze. They are putting it out now, but the policia are here with questions.”

“I’m on my way.”

I hit the shower and do a quick wash up. I’d go wearing her scent anywhere, but I’m fucking nuts and I don’t want anyone to know what she smells like when she comes for me. I’d rip their throats out for breathing in her release, even if it’s all I want to smell. As soon as I wrap a towel around my waist, I turn on the bathtub for her. I’m sure her pussy must ache. My dick has felt the brunt of her innocence, but I’ll deal with the pain just fine as long as I get to have her warmth over and over again.

I step out into the bedroom and she’s sitting on the bed looking thoroughly fucked, but her mind’s elsewhere to the point she doesn’t acknowledge my entry back into our room. There’s a sense of disappointment that I don’t have her attention. In less than a day, I’ve grown addicted to having her grey eyes on me, appraising me in one way or another. My phone buzzes again from the bathroom, so I grab it and then head into our walk-in closet and dress in a suit. I’m fixing my cuffs when I call out her name.

“Dove.” She finally turns to look up at me.

“Sorry. I was lost in thought.”

“I’ve run you a bath. I’m sure you have to be sore.” I walk over to her and taste her lips. “I want you nice and relaxed.” I walk away and turn off the water.

8

Dove

"I have to leave and handle some business. I'll be back around five,” he says, adjusting the cuffs on his white dress shirt. After our second morning jaunt in the sack, he quickly gets up to shower, like I didn’t expect that already. I watch him get ready, and I’m a little taken aback about the way he carries himself.

He looks sexy both in and out of business attire, but I’m truly partial to the whole suit thing. The fact that he gets to leave looking that good raises my hackles. I hate how jealousy invades my soul when it comes to this man. We haven’t even been here a full twelve hours, and he’s leaving already. I look at the large clock in our bedroom, and it’s merely ten.

"Okay." I'm not trying to come off as petulant, but my emotions are getting the better of me.

"Is there anything you like to do for fun?" he asks.

"I usually run, but since I’m sure you’re not going to let me out of the house, I read."

“Don’t sound so miserable. There’s a gym in the house and a treadmill if you really want to run and are not just trying to bust my balls. We have a library. It doesn't have any contemporary romance novels, but it does have the classic ones if that's what you want to read. I can