Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He glares down at me as he orders, “Pull up the dress.”
I do as he says.
His pants hang open, and I can see his cock straining against his briefs. “Now, turn over.” I look at him, confused. “On your stomach, princess. Now.” I try not to put my face in the dirt, but it’s hard. When I look back at him, I see him smirking, his belt still in his hand. “You wore red.”
“Yes.”
“Did you hope to show me?”
“No,” I reply. And that’s when Crue moves, his hand touching me between my legs. The lace there is already wet, and he looks me in the eyes as I stare back at him.
“Lie.” And he snaps the belt on my ass.
I scream, but it’s not from pain. It’s from the surprise. Why the fuck do I like it?
“I have dreamed of making this ass red.” He rubs his hand over my heated skin, again dipping between my legs. I move them further apart to give him better access, but he pulls his hand away. When I glance back at him, I see him dip his fingers into his mouth before he puts them back between my legs. “So fucking wet already.” He tugs at my G-string, removing it easily, then quickly slides two fingers inside me. He groans and asks, “Did you wear them for me?”
Ignoring his question, I say, “That was expensive.”
“Get on your knees.” I do as he says. “Tell me the truth, and I will reward you.”
I turn my face away and feel him move, but I don’t look back. Part of me is hoping he’ll spank me again, while the other wants him to fuck me already.
“Yes, I wore them for you,” I whisper.
His hands slide between my legs, and he pulls me back, my fingers scraping in the dirt. My knees are now on either side of his head, and he pulls me down, his face directly under my pussy as he starts to move his mouth.
Holy shit.
Holy mother of fuck.
He fucks me with his tongue, and I ride his face as if it’s my favorite attraction.
It is.
It totally fucking is.
Before I can stop myself, I push myself up to just my knees. And when I look down, Crue’s face is still there between my legs, his hands on my ass, controlling every movement as he fucks me with his mouth. His gaze is locked on me. It’s hot, primal, and I’m unsure what to do as my body shakes. He slaps my ass, and I come hard. His mouth slows down, and before I can collapse, he moves me with ease down his body so I’m over his cock. He slides in easily and begins to thrust. My hands spear through his hair, and I grip it before I find his mouth and kiss him.
I taste myself all over him, but I don’t care.
His cock is moving slowly, then fast, then slowly again. It’s like a rhythm I didn’t know I needed. That is until he slows and thrusts in and out of me with such gentle torture that I rip my mouth away from his and slam down on his cock.
He tears the dress from my body, leaving me completely naked. My hands find my breasts, and I squeeze them as I pick up the rhythm and start riding him back and forth with a pace so good that it doesn’t take long before I’m coming again. He grips my ass, picking up speed where I start to lack, and lifts from the ground, his mouth finding my nipple, his teeth biting down.
And I come.
And I come.
And I come.
Fuck.
I lean forward, biting his shoulder as he presses kisses to my neck.
“See how perfect you are for me?” he asks, still thrusting. “How much your body craves mine?” He bites me. “So delicious, princess, the way your sweet pussy milks me. I’m number one, aren’t I?”
“Yes!” I breathe the word out.
Just as he comes, I collapse on him, and he chuckles and lies back down, still inside of me.
“I was always number one, wasn’t I?”
I laugh. “Not sure I should tell you that,” I reply.
He flips me quickly, and I yelp as he leaves my body but covers it straight away.
“Do you want to be spanked again?”
“No.” I smile. “Maybe.” Crue reaches for something, and I freeze when I see the familiar ring box. He lays it next to us. Both of us looking at it silently for a moment.
“Marry me,” he says.
My heart is pulsing, but I can’t deny this man anymore.
I can’t let anyone else have him.
It’s selfish.
It’s consuming.
And he’s mine.
I lean up and kiss him. “Only on my terms.”
He chuckles, and before I know it, he’s back inside of me, and I glance at the ring. It’s delicate with a pink sparkle. It’s not huge, which I’d hate, but it’s a commitment—one I’ve been running away from my entire life.