Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
And now, this.
But of course, location is barely the start of it. There’s the fact that I’m with Knox Carmichael. I’m in the arms of one of the, if not, the most powerful men in New York City. And I’m wearing his freaking ring. I’m engaged to him—his, forever. And that thought alone has me melting into him, my pulse thundering through my veins as my skin burns with heat.
And then, there’s the most surreal part of it all—the fact that I’m no longer a virgin.
I blush as his hands slide over me, stroking me tenderly, and yet leaving desire in their wake. We may have both just come explosively, but I know we’ve barely gotten started. For one, I’m still buzzing, and aching for more from him, even though he’s just made me come three times in a row harder than I’ve ever come before. But also, because I can still feel how hard he is—his huge cock throbbing thick and powerful against my ass.
I can feel his cum leaking out of me, and I groan deliciously inside at the naughty feeling of being so full of him. I squeeze my thighs together, gasping quietly at the erotic feeling of his hot cum dripping from my swollen pussy while also feeling him pulse so hard against me.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” Knox purrs in my ear, making me blush as I shiver.
Busted.
“Maybe,” I murmur, turning my head to look at him as he holds me against his body. “Or maybe you just bring it out in me.”
“Do I now,” he growls. I gasp as his hand grips my thigh, lifting my leg as his thick cock slips down over my ass to tease against my pussy.
“Tell me, little one, is this ‘bringing it out’ in you?”
“Yes,” I moan eagerly, whimpering as I push back into him. His thick head slips between my lips, and when he finds my center, and pushes with a grunt, I cry out as his cock slides into me. He grunts, sinking deeper, his cum from before making the both of us slick and messy as it drips out of me.
Knox kisses me fiercely, thrusting his cock into me as I cry out into his mouth. We start to move, our bodies grinding together as he throbs so deep inside of me. His hand slides down over my tummy, his fingers finding my clit and rolling it as he starts to fuck me slow and deep.
“You wanted to come here and take my cum, didn’t you, little one?” he purrs. “My little cum thief.”
I moan, panting as his gorgeous cock eases in and out of me. I’m so dripping wet with him; I can feel it leaking out from where we join and making a mess of my pussy. His cum and my arousal drip down my thighs and down the crease of my ass, and we only get slipperier the more he thrusts in and out of me.
He gently slides his cock out of me with a small, wet, pop. I pout in frustration, but when I suddenly feel him grasp his cock with his fist and tease it back, my pulse skips a beat.
“Knox—”
His swollen head teases over my pussy lips, and then back even farther, over my perineum until his throbbing tip rests against my tight, untouched little asshole.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, a forbidden tease of pleasure sparking through me.
“Oh God, Knox—”
“You wanted my cum, little one,” he growls darkly, sending shivers through me.
“I think it’s only fair you get it in all of your naughty holes.”
I gasp, trembling in a mix of erotic excitement and nervousness.
“I’ve—I mean, I’ve never—”
“I know you haven’t,” he growls into my ear, his hands tightening on my hips as he adds a little pressure against my asshole.
“But I’m going to fuck this tight little ass, love. Right here, and right now. And I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before when I do. You just have to trust me.”
His lips find mine, and I whimper as I feel his big cock press against my tight little hole.
“Do you, Simone?” he purrs into my lips. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
It’s not even a question at this point, and I know it deeper than I even realize.
Knox Carmichael started as a stranger. He became a “mark”—a target, in a way. He became a man I hounded, and hunted, and tracked, and studied, all for this morally questionable job because I was desperate. But somehow, during that hunt, and while I was so fixated on him, that obsession turned into something else. And the moment we first spoke, and then the moment he first touched me? After that, it was set in motion. And when he kissed me for the first time?
Well, after that, it was a done deal.