Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I reined in the feral urge.
Having Olivia Manwarring on her knees worshiping me with luscious lips was not an experience to be rushed. It was an experience which needed to be savored.
Not on a camera screen but enjoyed in the moment. For a brief second, I considered calling everything off and just taking her as my own. Letting her brother do what he wanted and just taking my princess as retribution.
The thought hit me hard, and I had to push it down.
This was her doing. I had abandoned my perfect plan because she made me want her. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as I had thought. For a woman so unpracticed in sex, she knew exactly what buttons to press to make me break.
Fucking conniving Manwarring bullshit.
She was a manipulative snake, just like her brother and her father.
I could just fuck her throat right here, make her gag, let her make a mess on my floor just so I could come all over her pretty little face and perfect tits.
It would be the most beautiful thing ever caught on film.
A princess ruined at the hands of a king.
I would take my frustrations out on her pretty little lying lips. My cock was probably the most honest thing to ever come out of her mouth, so it only felt right that it would be the most honest thing to come inside it.
“Open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue.”
When she did as she was told, I pushed my cock in as deep as I could and held it there, letting her choke. Ruthlessly watching as spit flowed from her lips, some trailing down her face to drip on the high curves of her breasts.
She was a mess, and it was so infuriating that it made her even more beautiful.
In complete submission, she wasn’t a princess. She was a fucking goddess. The way her muscles struggled around my thick cock was sublime.
“I’m going to have to train you on how to deep throat,” I threatened, before pulling out and letting her double over to cough, then suck oxygen into her straining lungs.
Tears ran down her face, mingling with the spit smeared over her lips, making them shine. If anyone saw that film or any of those pictures, she really would be destroyed, and all because her brother was a dick.
God damn it.
I turned off the camera and threw it across the room.
Luc didn’t create her empire; she did.
It may have been seeded with her father’s money, but it was her sweat and tears.
The only thing Olivia had ever done to me was give me blue balls.
I snatched her arm and shoved her onto the sofa.
She fell back with a startled shriek. I lifted her dress and buried my face between her thighs.
Her pussy was dripping with the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted. I was right. She liked what we were doing; at least, she responded to some of it.
I slid two fingers into her tight, quivering body and focused my lips on sucking around her clit.
“Marksen, why are you … Oh God. Marksen.” She moaned my name again and again.
It made fire run through my veins. My cock was so hard it fucking hurt. I wanted to hear her scream my name, and that was precisely what I intended to make happen.
I fucked her with my fingers while flicking my tongue over her most sensitive spots. Her hips bucked against my mouth. I had to hold her down with my free hand.
My princess was going to come for me, and she was going to come hard before I flipped her over and fucked her so thoroughly, I would be the only man she ever thought of again.
“Marksen! Oh God!”
Sweeter words had never been spoken.
“Marksen, it’s too much. I’m going to—” Her words were cut off by a scream of pleasure, her back arching so hard her hips rose off the sofa for a few moments as her core squeezed my fingers, and then she gushed all over them.
My princess was a squirter. I would have never guessed that.
I had heard of women squirting before, but I had never been with a woman who was able to do it. It may be more accurate to say I had never cared about a woman’s pleasure enough to try to make her come that hard before.
I wasn’t done with her yet.
Her entire body jolted with each tiny flick of my tongue. It was such a power rush, knowing I had made her that sensitive. Just a slight movement of my mouth and her entire body jerked as if she were being shocked. It was like she became my puppet, and I could make her dance by just knowing where to lick.
“Marksen, please, please,” she begged again so sweetly. After the last two days, “Marksen please,” was becoming my new favorite phrase.