Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He steps away, sorting through the dresses, and my heart sinks. Why did I react? Did he almost say he loved me? “Dear God, please turn back time,” I silently pray with an amen to seal and send it to heaven. I give a weak smile as Victor hands me a dress.
“This one brings out the warm brown flecks in your eyes.”
God, I need this man to be real with me. “Vic—”
“Hmmm. You keep singing out my name.” He smacks my ass. “I'm going to insist that you kneel before your owner.”
“Oh, special attention?” I lick my lips. “As you request.” I wave toward the chaise near the door, wanting the pending engagement with his family to occur next year possibly.
He lets the towel fall to the floor, eyes on me, and my eyes on his manhood. Victor takes a seat. His erection pops up, calling toward me. Now, I gulp back the saliva in my mouth as memory serves me that the taste of his cum always makes me perform my best. Maybe if I suck his dick just the way he likes, I can hear those words.
My heart feels warm and heavy in a good way. My tummy flutters as if I've never knelt before Victor before.
32
Victor
I fucking lose it.
No bloody control.
With other women, I would always have to make a command—demand more attention here, order a few more strokes there.
My hands clench a fist full of her hair, and she moans at the dominant tugging, tonsils vibrating.
Miraculous.
My back seeks out the wall as my fingers curl stiffly beneath the edges of the chaise. Fuck me. I feel like a fucking feather. Everywhere but my cock.
That motherfucker weighs a ton.
Again, my mouth forms that indecent admission.
The lie.
The profession of love.
Sure, at this very moment, I love every bit of Luxury’s wet warm mouth. Slowly but surely, she will transform into what she is to become. But I don't love her. Maybe . . . My mind plays tricks on me.
I command Luxury to give my balls attention, just to add a level of separation—something that parallels her to the others.
Lux greedily takes one hand and massages my balls, quickly removing her mouth from my manhood, and twirls her tongue around my sac.
“Fuck, Little One, I'm going to—”
An erotic mouth swoops over my cock, drinking the life force that comes rushing out. After quenching her thirst, Luxury rests against my legs. I pat her head, and she murmurs a silky contentment.
“Bollocks.” I take a deep breath. “Give me a few minutes to reciprocate.”
“Oh, Vic. I only want. I only want . . .” Her voice drowns out in silent tears.
“Luxury.” I tip her chin as concern washes over me. “What is it, Little One?”
Her eyes waver from mine to the clock on the nightstand. “It's about time for Princess Mary's arrival.” She bites her lip, the sparkle in her gaze crystallizing as she stops the flood from falling.
“Stop bloody crying, woman. You’re killing me.”
The tears fall, and a grin rises on her face. “You sound ready to banish me from your royal grace. I’ll take a quickie if you can.” Lux cocks an eyebrow at my manhood, coxing it to rise.
“If?” I reach beneath Lux’s shoulders and pull her up on top of me.
“Victor, just kidding. It’s, uh, almost that time of the month—just a little emotion. We need to get ready. I haven't taken a shower—”
“That's when your pussy is the sweetest.” I hoist her up and position her legs over my shoulders. My hands grab as much of her round arse as possible. I burrow my face between Luxury’s thighs. My tongue dives into slick, abundant juices. This woman has made me mad with desire. The taste of her core has altered my state of mind—a sugary, magical concoction.
I stop for a second to bite her inner thigh, exemplifying how much I've hated losing my mind to her. Luxury cries in the pleasure of pain. Velvety hips buck against my shoulders as my lips circle her swollen clit. I stand up abruptly. My biceps flex, preparing for her weight.
“Ohhh!” Luxury screams.
Did I miscalculate the distance to the ceiling? I look up, and she is nowhere near it.
“This is too much, Victor. Put me down.”
Like an animal, I wipe my lips on my forearm. Luxury grabs my head for support to stay on my shoulders. “Little One, here’s a word of caution. You should be more afraid of me than falling.”
My tongue slithers out. She gasps, looking down as I taste my ultimate desire.
“Vic, I am afraid of you and falling. So please, put me down!”
“As you wish.” I slam her body onto the bed. She laughs as the feather duvet rises around her. My hard cock slides straight into the tight, wetness of her walls.
Luxury’s laughter turns into a sigh. “Quickly, Vic. Quickly.”