Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
I throw Arya down in the center of our bed, untying the belt of her robe and throwing it open, raking her nakedness with my eyes. I’ve been pacing in my office for an hour trying to bring down my erection and nothing worked, not with her finally in my home, in my bed, and my cock hardens even more now at the exquisite sight of her. Those rosy little nipples and her horny pussy taunt me, clench my teeth.
“You want to know how I handle being hard for you twenty-four fucking hours a day, sweetheart?” I yank down the zipper of my jeans and wrap a fist around my throbbing dick, pulling it out and beating it roughly. Finally having it touched makes me groan up at the ceiling, my jaw hinging open, and maybe it’s messed up, but having Arya there to watch me stroke off is making me hotter. “This is how I handle it. I have to beat my cock until I’m sore and my hand is cramping because I can’t get fucking your pussy out of my head.”
She’s still not free of the tantrum. Her face is still flushed, eyes glittering.
Watching me jerk off is making her breathless, but she’s not done being pissed. When she tries to escape and scramble off the bed, I pounce, flattening her underneath me. She’s face down, struggling, her naked ass pressing and wiggling in my lap, making me growl.
I flip her over and pry her legs apart. “Enough,” I shout. “Stay still!”
Holding down her bucking body with mine, I reach between her legs and find her soaked. Dripping. And my instinct rears its head, telling me I’ve held the key to curing her tantrums all his time.
“Yeah, I know what you need, don’t I, you hot little brat?” Arya is still fighting me when I position my cock at the start of her wet hole and shove home, not stopping until I’m balls deep, making a guttural sound into her neck. “Oh. Fuck. That is tight tight tight. So fucking small.” I’m pulsing head to toe, the need for release screaming from the marrow of my bones, but I hold myself still, watching the transformation come over Arya. It’s like flipping a switch. Her eyes go from murderous to dreamy, her neck loosening, the angry flush leaving her skin. “This has been your real problem all along, hasn’t it, sweetheart?” I lean down and lick one of her nipples between my lips, rolling it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. “You just needed this fat dick between your legs.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her nails scraping down my back, burying in my ass and yanking me deeper—yes, Jesus. Yes. “Damian, you…you feel like the missing piece.”
My heart crashes against my jugular. “I am your missing piece, Arya,” I manage, my hips beginning to pump and grind on their own, burying and reveling in her incredible sweetness. “And you’re mine. You’re mine.” I bring our mouths together and kiss her, drawing my tongue in and out in time with the movements of my hips. I’m fucking her. I’m finally fucking her. I didn’t think I would make it through all the misery and need alive. “I thought you knew. I thought you realized I’ve been waiting for you. I’d kill another woman before I let her touch me.” I shove my cock to the hilt and hold it, baring down with my hips. “Don’t you ever question my faithfulness again. Is that clear?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants.
I slam in and out again, gripping her throat in my hand. “Is it?”
“Yes, Damian,” she moans, because I spread my knees and bring my hips lower, allowing me to scoop upward and hit her pussy from a different angle, my strokes deeper, angled toward that secret spot inside of her. And she loves it, her fingernails leaving tracks on my back, her hips working furiously to meet my thrusts. “Oh my God, please. Faster.”
“Fuck. I can’t hold it,” I say thickly against her mouth, my drives speeding up, turning more aggressive, almost violent. “Been saving up for weeks to fill this little pussy to the brim. You’re going to make me a daddy in nine months, aren’t you, sweetheart? Yeah you are. Going to have me panting after that teen mom belly, following you around with my dick in my hand.”
Arya’s breath catches, her thighs jolting and squeezing around my hips. “I-I think it’s happening again, but d-d-different.” She makes a keening sound, her hands flying up over her head to twist in the sheets. “Damian!”
I called her a hot little brat earlier and that’s exactly how she comes. Her face screws up in a sexy pout and she whines my name, trembling so hard I hear her teeth chattering, her pussy contracting so much, I have to hold her down and fight to stay inside of her. “Stay down and let me come in that pussy,” I choke out into her neck. “Stay down and get what’s coming to you. S’going to make me feel so fucking good, baby, baby, please—”