Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Do it,” I growl against her flesh. “Come on Daddy’s face.”
Her hips twist and she screams, moisture leaving her and turning my jaw to glistening. I hold her bucking lower body down with a forearm and grind my tongue on her clit while she comes, my fingers fucking her like a cock now, deep and thorough, heightening her pleasure, making it last and last until she finally collapses onto the cot, staring blindly at the ceiling.
I fit my body onto the bed as much as possible, gathering her into my arms while ordering myself not to roll her over face down and fuck her, finally finish myself. I’m so hard, it’s complete agony. But there is a deal to make first—and it takes precedent over anything else.
“When you become my wife, Blessing, I’ll never stop making you feel like this.”
She blinks up at me dazedly. “Can’t we be boyfriend and girlfriend or something? I just met you.” She snuggles into me, her face molding to my neck. “I’m too young to get married.”
“It’s the inheritance, angel. If I don’t marry by Christmas, it goes to the bank.” Talking to her about money feels like a violation of the moment. Who cares about money when there’s her skin against mine? Her breath in my neck. Still… “All that hard work of my father, grandfather and great-grandfather will be gone…”
The solution hits me at once.
The answer that has been eluding me because I’ve been so starved for her. Still am.
And now I know the path to take to lock her down forever.
“Blessing, if you agree to marry me, I will give the entirety of the inheritance to the children. I’ll have it split evenly among them and they will have a secure future, a more comfortable present. Never want for anything—”
“You would do that?” she breathes, going up onto her elbow to stare at me in disbelief. “In order to marry me?”
I take her face in my hands, guiding our foreheads together and writhing them side to side. “Angel, I would gift wrap my soul for the devil to marry you.”
She takes several bracing breaths before nodding, and whispers, “Then I will marry you, Edison Scrooge.”
Chapter Six
Blessing
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely able to catch my breath. I’m not sure I’ve caught it once since yesterday when I agreed to become Edison’s wife. Now I’m in his posh mansion, in a room with a roaring fireplace, looking at myself in a wedding gown. Edison lives in a world where he pays people to move quickly and precisely as he wants them to, so he was able to find me a wedding gown overnight—and I must admit it’s beautiful.
Even if it is a little daring for my taste.
The bodice is sheer with long sleeves and is dotted with jeweled snowflakes. The back is open all the way to my hips and in front, my breasts have been plumped up into the sweetheart neckline and dusted in sparkles. The tailor was only able to perform cursory alterations and we couldn’t find proper shoes on short notice, so the hem is slightly long and my bare toes peek out from underneath the satin.
Am I really doing this?
Marrying a man I barely know at the age of eighteen?
Oh yes, I am. There was no way I could turn down his offer.
It’s a dream come true, knowing the orphans will be cared for. That they’ll be able to pay for clothes and opportunities such as travel sports teams or college. I would never deny them that. I would do a lot more than marry a stranger to secure their future.
Is Edison really a stranger, though?
I watch in the mirror as my face flushes pink, the memory of what he did to me in the attic flooding my mind. He put his tongue there. He kissed and nibbled and sucked my most secret place and the result…well, I can’t stop thinking about it.
I can’t stop wanting more.
I’ve got a monster in between my legs for you, Blessing.
My thighs clench together and I grow momentarily dizzy. Words such as those shouldn’t make me feel anxious and unfulfilled, should they? But there is something about the knowledge that Edison, a gentleman, has a secret part of himself, too, that excites me. And it excites me even more knowing it’s an untamed part that he can’t seem to control. It grows and pulses and tests the limits of his pants when we’re close to each other.
There’s an undiscovered hunger inside of me that wants to satisfy his…cock.
It’s called a cock.
Such a raw, filthy word.
He wants to put it in my mouth and in between my breasts. The memory of him informing me of what he wants—needs—starts a wonderfully heavy pulse between my thighs. So I must have feelings for Edison. Those feelings certainly include lust. That doesn’t account for the jealousy I experienced finding out how close he could have come to marrying someone else.