Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“This was a mistake,” I growl, clutching the edge of the bar. Pieces of glass glitter on the floor.
Paige comes over to me and I feel her hands on my shoulders. “Leon, it’s okay. You didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know?” I turn to her, eyes pleading. “I knew. Of course I knew. Those two, they’re psychos, they’re snakes. Cerise wanted to fuck me. We had to pretend to be together just to avoid all that. And they’re fucking married. I knew what kind of people they were. I was just too blinded by my own arrogance.”
She steps closer, presses her body against me. “It’s okay,” she whispers.
“No,” I growl, hating myself. “No, it isn’t. I won’t let them do this. I won’t let them get away with locking you in a cage.”
She looks up at me, her eyes big and beautiful. “Leon…”
“If it were just me, I’d deal with it. But they’re doing this to you, too, and I can’t handle that. I can’t live with it. I’m going to break them, Paige.”
“You don’t have to do that for me. I don’t want it.”
I shake my head, rage rolling through me.
I can’t control it. I can’t calm down. I feel like I might explode at any second. I move away from her, afraid that I might rage and smash everything around me.
“That fucking bastard,” I growl. I’m a wild animal, ready to attack anything.
Paige appears by my side again. She puts her hands on me, gently pushes me down onto the couch. She kneels down between my legs and puts her head on my chest and hugs me tight.
At first, I want to get up. I want to rage and scream.
But slowly, her touch…
It doesn’t quell the storm, but it quiets something. Her touch makes me able to think.
She looks up into my eyes and I bend down to kiss her. I know it’s the only thing I can do right now. It’s the only thing that might feel good, might calm me enough to think.
She returns my kiss, just as greedy, just as hungry. I let it linger, taking a sharp breath, letting myself calm. Her touch and taste spread through me, cooling my temper, soothing my rage.
By the time she unbuckles my belt and tugs my slacks off, my rage is completely gone, replaced with something else.
She pulls off her blouse and unhooks her bra before pulling off my boxer briefs. She takes my cock in one hand and strokes it before leaning forward to kiss me. I grab her hair tight and kiss her back, letting the pleasure grow between my legs as she strokes my big cock, barely able to fit her hand around my shaft.
“Darling Paige,” I whisper. “You know how to make me happy, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says back. “I just… I know what you want.”
“What is that, then?”
“You want me.”
I bite her lip and tighten my grip on her hair. “That’s right, darling Paige. My little darling Paige.”
She strokes my cock before dropping down and taking me into her mouth. I groan, gripping her hair tighter. She bobs up and down, her perfect back muscles taut, her breasts shaking slightly. I cup one in my free palm and groan at the pleasure of her tongue rolling around my tip.
Fucking hell, she’s right. I don’t think anything else would’ve calmed me, would’ve made me think straight…
Except for this.
I growl as she takes me into her throat, sucking me faster, gagging slightly but not stopping. She strokes me faster and I groan, unable to help it. Pleasure rips through me, fighting back my anger, my resentment, my brewing feelings of betrayal and hate.
She takes it all away.
Or, she replaces it all with something better.
She stands suddenly, urgently. I lean forward, kissing her stomach, her breasts, as she takes off her pants. She pulls down her panties and straddles me, pushing me back on the couch. She gasps as she rubs my cock against her pussy and I easily slide myself forward just enough to sink my cock inside.
She groans and wiggles her hips, sliding down my shaft. God, it feels good, warm and tight and soaking wet. She bites her lip, straddling me, and slowly starts to ride.
“I know what you want,” she whispers. “I know it, Daddy. I can give it to you. Let me give it to you.”
“You’re a good girl, you know that?” I growl, grabbing her hair. She moans and rides me, up and down, slick and soaking and perfect.
I lick a nipple, tease it, bite it softly. Her skin is white and her nipples are pink and hard. I tease her breasts with my hands as she rides me, fingers buried in my shoulders, grabbing on tight. Her hips work and I reach back to slap her ass, that perky, firm little ass. She moans again and works herself faster.