Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
She releases a string of curse words before starting to speak in tongues as she grinds her sopping-wet pussy against my face. Her flavor flows over my tongue, making sharp pain shoot through my dick in a jealous rage as her orgasm takes her hard and fast, her legs spasming and slapping against the sides of my face, her flesh popping on my ears as her body twists and her screams sound like a symphony written just for me.
I pull back, not because I want to stop—because I never want to stop—but I want to take her in. Her orgasm still pulses through her as her eyes dance to mine.
“You like my tongue on your pussy? You like how it feels?” I bend down, taking another quick lick, our eyes locked together. “Dirty little girl likes that, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” she mouths, her breath coming in bursts and gasps. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“That’s a good thing. If I thought you had, I’d have to find whoever touched you and kill them.” The words burst from me, resonating with a truth I can’t deny as my hand tugs the hair at the back of her head. “I’ll kill anyone that touches you, Snowflake. I’m sorry, but I will.”
I slowly push my finger into her virgin opening, feeling the resistance there as her lips fall open and she holds her breath.
“I want you,” she manages, like she’s telling me her deepest secret. “I don’t know why this feels the way it does. It’s crazy but…”
“It’s not crazy. It’s magic.” I twirl my finger, watching her eyes flutter. “And this pussy is mine now. Soon, I’m going to stuff my fat cock inside you. You know that, don’t you? That’s my right, because your sweet, virgin cunt belongs to me. I’ll touch you when I like. Lick you. Fuck you. I don’t have to ask. We clear?”
Her eyes question but she nods as I stand, her gaze drifting down to the erection that is tenting the front of my dark trousers, a wet spot where the tip is straining to get at her.
I run my hand down my beard, then take my jacket off. My shirt.
She watches me like prey being stalked by a predator.
“You know what else I’m going to do?”
She shakes her head, tossing her sexy mess of hair back and forth over her face.
I pause, shocking myself at what I’m about to say.
“I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to fill you with everything my balls can muster. Then I’m going to do it again, and again, until you don’t even remember what it feels like to walk around without my cum dripping out of you. Without my scent on you so everyone knows you’re mine. Then you know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”
“What?” Her hungry eyes lock onto my hands as I slip my belt from the buckle.
“You’re going to have my baby. Then there’s no way I’ll ever let you go.”
Just as I start to unzip my pants, there’s a knock on the door. I want to ignore it but then I hear my mother’s voice.
“Martel! I’ve been calling you! You need to come downstairs. Something’s happened…”
Chapter 9
Bria
“I’m so sorry.” Martel squeezes my fingers as worry and conflict twist his face.
“It’s fine. Go, go.” I wave toward the front door where the EMS workers have just put his grandfather into the back of an ambulance. “You need to be with him.”
“It’s just like him to try to show off.” Martel’s mother pulls her white fox fur around her shoulders. “He should know better. He could have proposed the evening toast sitting down, for goodness sake.”
She gives me the side eye, then fiddles with the enormous ruby ring on her right index finger. When Martel went to the door of his suite in just his trousers, his mother knew who he was with, even though Martel had secured me in the bedroom of the suite so I would not be on display.
“A man needs to be a man and he’s still a man.” He snaps at his mother. “Here.” Martel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a valet ticket, jabbing it in her direction. “Give this to the valet. I’ll be right out. Have him bring around both of our cars.”
With one last huff, she’s out the front door and Martel turns my way.
“I’ll call you as soon as we know he’s going to be okay. I want him to go get checked out, as a precaution. He said his pride was hurt more than anything, but still…”
“No, of course. Get him checked over completely. And don’t worry about our ‘date’ tomorrow.” I put finger quotes around the word date, still not sure what just happened upstairs wasn’t just an offshoot of the ten grand I earned coming here tonight.