The Devil Lives Inside My Husband! (a paranormal erotica)
Romance, Erotica, Paranormal, Erotica Shorts
| Author: | Rose Black | ISBN: | 9781501408007 |
| Publisher: | Rose Black | Publication: | November 20, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Rose Black |
| ISBN: | 9781501408007 |
| Publisher: | Rose Black |
| Publication: | November 20, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Ava's bored and unhappy. She's a housewife with nothing to do all day and a husband who can't satisfy her at all.
That all changes when her husband Richard returns from work one evening quite literally a changed man. Darkly sexy and wickedly horny... This devilish new Richard is ready to make all of her lusty dreams come true!
Will Ava return to a life of boredom, or give herself over to the devil who's taken up residence inside her husband?
WARNING! This 4,500 word story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts, and is for mature audiences only!
Here's a taste:
“Ava, things are going to be different from now on. You’re going to have everything that you want, and more. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name. And then I’m going to do it again. And I’ll do it every single day, starting now. Do you want that?” He asked, and I swallowed hard against the lump that had formed in my throat. The wetness in my panties was beginning to drip down my inner thigh, and I squirmed against it, my pussy clenching tightly at my husband’s words.
His eyes flashed with a fire that I’d never seen before, and I don’t know how, but in that moment I knew that the man standing before me really was different. He wasn’t the man I married, the man I had been slowly growing to hate over the past two years.
This was someone else entirely.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am who is going to make all your dreams come true, beautiful Ava,” He said, saying my name as if he were making love to it. He brought his hand to my face and trailed his fingers down my cheek. “I am who is going to free you from your life of monotony, your life of repression, your life of complete and fucking utter mind-numbing boredom. As long as you don’t ask questions. Can you do that?”
He trailed a hand up my thigh then, and moved it between my legs. He pressed his fingers against my swollen, pulsing clit through my cotton panties, and a jolt of white-hot electric pleasure shot through me.
My knees went weak and a deep moan came from somewhere inside of me. “Yes…” I murmured, leaning into his chest. “Yes, yes, yessssss…”
Ava's bored and unhappy. She's a housewife with nothing to do all day and a husband who can't satisfy her at all.
That all changes when her husband Richard returns from work one evening quite literally a changed man. Darkly sexy and wickedly horny... This devilish new Richard is ready to make all of her lusty dreams come true!
Will Ava return to a life of boredom, or give herself over to the devil who's taken up residence inside her husband?
WARNING! This 4,500 word story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts, and is for mature audiences only!
Here's a taste:
“Ava, things are going to be different from now on. You’re going to have everything that you want, and more. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name. And then I’m going to do it again. And I’ll do it every single day, starting now. Do you want that?” He asked, and I swallowed hard against the lump that had formed in my throat. The wetness in my panties was beginning to drip down my inner thigh, and I squirmed against it, my pussy clenching tightly at my husband’s words.
His eyes flashed with a fire that I’d never seen before, and I don’t know how, but in that moment I knew that the man standing before me really was different. He wasn’t the man I married, the man I had been slowly growing to hate over the past two years.
This was someone else entirely.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am who is going to make all your dreams come true, beautiful Ava,” He said, saying my name as if he were making love to it. He brought his hand to my face and trailed his fingers down my cheek. “I am who is going to free you from your life of monotony, your life of repression, your life of complete and fucking utter mind-numbing boredom. As long as you don’t ask questions. Can you do that?”
He trailed a hand up my thigh then, and moved it between my legs. He pressed his fingers against my swollen, pulsing clit through my cotton panties, and a jolt of white-hot electric pleasure shot through me.
My knees went weak and a deep moan came from somewhere inside of me. “Yes…” I murmured, leaning into his chest. “Yes, yes, yessssss…”
