Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Up went that dark brow. “Duties?”
“Pretty sure it’s your night with Faith. Don’t keep her waiting on boring doggy style or an animated blowjob while she fingers herself to the taste of your cock. Since you can’t look her in the eye, maybe show her that tongue thing.”
The playfulness, the smoldering looks, all of it evaporated until the man she knew returned. “Who were you talking to?”
“I’ve been talking to you, and eating fish—which was good, by the way. Since my mother raised a lady, I will even say thank you.”
“Don’t play word games with me, Eugenia.”
Grinning, she enjoyed the hell out of his burgeoning annoyance. “But it’s fun… and you did say you’d been thinking of ways to make me happy. Seeing that look on your face is making me pretty darn happy.”
Dangerous anger, that was the look. The temper he tried so hard to hide behind lazy smirks and stolen touches. “The only woman who will ride this cock is you.”
She wasn’t lying when she said she was having fun. The only fun around the ship was at his expense. “I’m flattered. I’m also not interested.”
So he doubled down. “I said I wouldn’t fuck you tonight. But that doesn’t mean that now I don’t plan to tie you down and do the tongue thing until you apologize.”
Lady parts clenching at the thought, Eugena’s smile fell. There was no way she’d be able to stand it. “Try to tie me up and I’ll kick you right in the face.”
The slow stand from his chair, how he leaned over their intimate table and grinned... it was demonic. “I’ll risk it.”
The man must have been some kind of rodeo champion in his past life. Throwing her over his shoulder, he hauled her to his room. Her back hit the mattress, each limb secured while she spat curses and shrieked.
One kick landed, square on his chest. One kick that left him laughing when he caught her flailing foot and secured it so she was spread. Spitting mad, she fought, unable to even reach the knots at her wrist—annoyed that she recognized the brand of tie and knew they must have been his.
Accusing, and angry, and desperately irritated it took her so long to realize it, Eugenia condemned, “You were on this cruise when the bombs fell. That’s why all this personal shit is here!”
Pleased as punch, he licked his lips. “Always so smart.”
“And this was your room. You’ve never even been out there!”
Lifting up her skirt as if unwrapping a present, he looked down at her pussy and hummed. “Oh, I’ve been out there. Where do you think I found my crew?”
Before she might do more than snarl and squeal, he fell upon his dessert. The tongue thing focused on her clitoris, one exposed when he pulled back her hood and teased until she writhed. Abraded labia and aching vagina were left in peace… but her clit was tormented until she came, furious and winded.
Wrists on fire from fighting the bonds, emotions askew as she stared at the ceiling, Eugenia understood that he tied the other girls up in the same fashion. On this bed. In this room. That the man who claimed to love her had been serviced every night for God only knew how many years.
And that she should feel something about that.
Lips and chin shining with her fluids, he prowled over her. Grin in place, he urged, “Say you’re sorry or I’ll do it again.”
Looking at the knot binding her wrist, in no mood for fighting, she sighed. “I’m not sorry, and you won’t do it again, because I’m asking you not to.”
Taking her chin so she might be made to look, his wicked tongue traced his lips in a perfectly filthy way. “Is it a real ask or are you being coy?”
“It’s a real ask.” She could not take another orgasm like that.
“Can I come on your tits?”
Had he really just asked her that? After all he’d done? And was he already unbuttoning her dress? “Go come on Faith’s tits.”
“So that’s a yes.” Popping the top button of his jeans, he shucked them off while somehow still managing to find his balance atop her. Then reached right on in and scooped out her breasts, Sandwiching his ridiculous cock between pale mounds.
Leaving Eugenia with a view of tan erection poking from squished boobs. His glans exposed as the foreskin caught with each thrust. As he fucked her breasts, unabashed, nothing but a beast.
Muscles rippling, he let go. He enjoyed. Watching her, clenching his ass to move his monster through a fleshy grip, base to tip… so near her mouth she could almost taste him.
In no way in a rush, he enjoyed her.
“Open.”
Why on earth she did, she couldn’t say, jaw wide as he splashed the first spurt of his spend on her waiting tongue.