Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Elis Brooks!” I squealed, my grin growing wide. “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes!”
He pulled me into his arms, hugging and kissing me as our hearts hammered against our chests.
“You just made me the happiest man alive, Price.” His eyes grew dark with need. “Now bend over so I can show you how much.”
I nodded, heart lodged in my throat as I turned over on the counter, my pussy dripping wet as his fingers hooked in my waistband, and he stripped me of my pants.
I was a hot and needy mess by the time his tongue stroked me once, and I was crying out with my first orgasm by the time he swirled and nipped at my clit with his teeth.
“I love you, Elis Brooks. I’ve always loved you, even when I wished I didn’t.”
He landed a swift crack on my ass as his tongue darted back to my pussy and swirled with hungry intent before one of his fingers sank swiftly inside my body.
I called out, crying his name when he hooked his finger and massaged deeply. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocketed through my system.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Cream all over me. Show me how much this sweet cunt drips for me.”
He pulled me back on the counter, impaling me with full force onto his cock and thrusting eagerly. With every plunge of his cock, he spat filthier and filthier words at my ear. “I love you spread so open for me, wrapped around my dick like a sexy Park Avenue whore.”
His hands worked between us, a thumb fingering at my asshole as the pads of his fingers swam at my clit. His thumb pushed passed the first ring of my backside when he pinched my clit, and my body shuddered and shook apart, the sheer force of him nearly too much for me to take.
“You’re so beautiful coming around me like that.” His release pulsed through him, his muscles bunching and twisting tight as his cum poured out of him, soaking down my thighs as he stroked and hummed at my ear.
“Can’t wait to make you my wife.” He sucked my finger into his mouth, his lips sinking to the glimmering ring. His dark eyes danced as his cock still pulsed with release inside me, our cum mingling and dripping onto my expensive kitchen floors.
“I love you, Elis Brooks. I love you so much.”
His cocky grin turned sideways. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Price. I was just too much of a punk to see it before now.”
He latched my ankles behind his waist, his cock still inside me as he carried me down the hallway and deposited me into the mountain of pillows on our bed.
He pressed his lips to mine. “Thank you for saying yes. Now, I plan on eliciting at least a few dozen more yeses from you tonight alone. Hang on tight, baby.”
He grasped my thighs, yanking me to his face. I pushed my hands into his hair as he drew out more yeses than I’d ever thought possible.
Elis Brooks—the most talented man I’d ever met and soon to be my husband.
I was his, and that made me the luckiest girl in the world.
First Epilogue
Elis –Three Months Later
“Mm, my sexy wife, so fucking hot in this dress. I can’t wait to peel it off you.”
“Elis, you’re not even supposed to see me. Your mom is going to kill you,” Devlynn breathed, trying to shut me out of the tiny changing room she was sequestered in at the church.
Her mother had insisted we get married at one of the most iconic churches in the city and had pulled some strings to do it. Apparently, marrying the Park Avenue Punk and his princess would be a media circus, especially since we’d insisted on getting married so quickly after our engagement.
Devlynn’s mother had orchestrated the venue, even though she wasn’t happy we were getting married. In fact, Devlynn had spent more time planning the details of the wedding with my mom and sister than her own.
“She’s right. I am about to kill you.” Mom placed a hand on her shoulder. “Now go wait for your girl at the end of the aisle. I need a minute with her.”
I frowned, not liking that she hadn’t been in my arms for more than twenty-four hours. I fucking hated traditions.
I’d begged Devlynn to elope with me after I heard both of our mother’s plans for our wedding. But Devlynn had been so patient, as always, and we’d managed to make this uniquely ours, even with their influence.
“Elis!” Sarena called, waving her expensive bouquet of fresh flowers from her place near the aisle.
“Wait, honey.” Mom straightened my bowtie as a smile whispered at her lips. “I’m so proud of you. I wanted to pass down something of your grandfather's, but I know you don’t have much use for stuff. So I decided…well…” She pulled a small sapphire necklace from a pouch. “This was your grandma’s, and I thought I’d give it to Devlynn to be her something blue.”