Her Reluctant Husband by Erica Marselas (books to read for 12 year olds .TXT) 📕

my back. "By the tint of red on your cheeks, I'd say that excites you."

"Fuck off, Alex." I try to wiggle out of his hold, but he only holds me tighter to him. There's a part of me ready to panic, scream down the house, but I’m not sure who would hear me.

He chuckles darkly and pulls me tighter into his chest. "You can’t lie because I can smell your arousal Ju-Ju."

My heart leaps in my throat and for a moment my struggle ceases. I never thought I would hear him call me Ju-Ju again and the broken piece of my heart that holds the place for Alex starts to beat again.

"So, let’s not play games. You can’t deny that you’re excited, and I won't deny I don’t think about what your pussy would feel like wrapped around my dick again."

"Are you drunk?" I breathe.

He releases my wrists and I make no move to fight him off. "I don't have to be drunk to remember how good you were." His hands brush down my shoulder, gripping my bra straps and yanking them down, exposing my breasts to him. "Your nipples are aching for me."

His mouth latches onto my nipple and he sucks, hard. I grip his hair, my feelings confused between arousal and fear. I want to believe Alex would never hurt me—but this isn’t my Alex anymore despite him throwing my old nickname around. He’s not the guy who cherished me the first time and treated me like his one and only. No, this guy hates me. My vision blurs as he nips harder on my nipples and digs his fingers into me. The ache surging through me triggers something deep inside me, and I see the flash of the evil I see every night before my eyes.

"Alex, stop,” I yell. “Stop.”

He instantly pulls back, but he doesn't release me out of his hold. His green eyes bore into me and my breathing is heavy. All I can comprehend right now is that he stopped.

He stopped. 

“What's wrong?” he asks, his eyes searching mine, concern reflecting in his expression. It gives me a slight pause to see there is a caring human inside of him.

“I—I. I don’t know if I can do this.” I cover my breasts with my arm.

“Try not to think,” he says, as he pushes my arms down, exposing me to him again. His green eyes light up as he takes them in and I feel myself blush. His gaze gives me a boost of confidence. “Your mind might be saying no, but your body is screaming yes.”

I hate to admit that in a way he’s right. My brain is yelling at me this isn’t “love” and I deserve better, while at the same time, I know this might be the closest thing to normal I might ever have. My body knows him, maybe in a way trusts him with this act. Hell, my nipples could cut through glass right now. I’m wet, my clit is throbbing, and I’ve only felt like this with Alex.

“Forget everything for one moment because I really want to fuck you, June. I hate you, but deep down somewhere in my dark heart I can't forget you and how good you felt.” He cups my chin in his hand, running his thumb down my cheek and then over my lips. Now everything goes haywire, his touch floods me with the comfort I need. “You can't tell me you don't feel the same.”

My lips part as I try to formulate some kind of answer, but he steals whatever words I was going to say when he crashes his lips to mine. My arms wrap around his neck and our bare skin presses against each other. We’re both clammy, but I don’t think it’s all from the heat.

“Say yes, June,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He grips my hips and lifts me to the counter. I'm at eye level with him, and he smirks as he whips out his dick from his cotton confines. “We’re in luck; this is the perfect height,” he says as he presses himself into me, only the thin material of my thong separating us.

“Seems that way.” I wet my lips nervously, glancing down at his throbbing dick. I can do this. I trust him with this. He wants me.

"Now, we just need to lose these." He grabs the hem of my panties with both hands and pulls, the thin elastic of my thong rips. My underwear goes to the floor tattered in pieces.

"Did you really have to do that?"

He pushes his finger to my lips, while his other hand grips his dick, and runs it along my slit. "Hush, Ju," he groans. "All you need to worry about is how good your arousal looks coating my cock. You want this."

I bite my lip, trying to hide my moan as he teases me.

“Tell me,” he presses, resting his forehead to mine.

“I want this,” I tell him as I wrap my legs around his back, urging him into me.

He kisses the corner of my mouth, as he sinks into me with a satisfied hiss. My nails dig into his back, and I take deep breaths as I struggle to expand around him. It’s been so long.

“Relax,” he breathes into my ear.

Relax.

I close my eyes and try to go back to our first time, back to when everything was okay. Back to when this was love.

“There you go,” he murmurs and his lips trace across my neck as he begins to move.

“Your tight little cunt still feels just as good as it did years ago. Fucking perfect, sliding on and off my dick. Fuck…” He groans.

Even if his words are dirty, my body tingles knowing he remembers me.

He curses under his breath as he hits