Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
She bobs her head and sucks harder while I plunge two fingers deep into her tight pussy. Fuck. Her inner walls flutter around my digits, and she moans against my sensitive flesh. Pins and needles run up my back as I fight to hold off the orgasm that’s trying to blast through me. Soon, I know I’m not going to last any longer, so I drag my fingers along her silky inner walls while pressing my thumb against her clit hard, and my girl explodes around my fingers.
I come hard and she swallows every last drop. My cock should be done in, but the fucker is still hard as a motherfucking rock.
Her curvy body is still trembling when I spin her around and line my erection up at her wet entrance. A shiver runs through me as I slide deep in one thrust. Her tight pussy clamps down on my hardness, and I pound into her sweetness until we both come again.
I pull out of her sweet pussy, and my girl groans my name as I drop down next to her on the bed. I tug her luscious body close and slowly rub my fingers in slow circles around her shoulder.
We lie there silently for the longest time until my girl takes a deep breath and asks, “Weren’t we supposed to agree on a contract before we did all that?”
“Fuck contracts.” I tighten my hold on her. “The only contract there will ever be between us is a marriage contract.”
Raven slips out of my hold and sits up. “I might be new at all this, but I know that’s not how it’s usually done.”
“It’s time I explain a few things to you.” I hop out of bed, grab my black silk robe, and hand it to my spitfire. “Put this on and I’ll make us some breakfast, then we can talk.” After pulling on my black athletic shorts, I lead her to the small kitchen on the opposite side of the suite.
She sits at the marble breakfast bar, and I set a cup of coffee in front of her before I search the small refrigerator for eggs and bacon. “Thank you for my necessary boost of caffeine,” she groans and sips on the steaming hot liquid.
“I’ll give you whatever you want.” It’s the fucking truth. This girl owns me, heart and soul, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.
I’m whipping the eggs in a bowl when Raven asks, “Do you need any help?”
“Nope. Just sit there and talk to me.” I glance over my shoulder and wink at her.
“Okay,” She agrees. “Why don’t you explain to me what’s happening between us. I’m a little confused since I signed that contract stating this was just play between two consenting adults, and now, you’re saying we don’t need a contract.”
“That contract I sent before I met you was our standard club contract. We wrote it to ensure all the club members have safe fun and are protected from unwanted complications. What’s happening between us isn’t for fun or an unwanted complication. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t plan to ever let you go.”
She sits back and stares at me, and I see her delicate throat move up and down as she swallows. “Am I going to be enough for you? I mean, you own a freaking BDSM club.” My heart squeezes at the devastated look shining from her eyes. “I’m falling deeply in love with you, and you’ll rip my heart out if you turn to other women.”
I turn off the stove and walk over to sit next to her. I place my fingers under her adorable chin and lift her face up so she’s staring into my eyes. “I own this club because it was a great investment, and it gave me a diversion to combat my boredom. Before you came roaring into my life, I always felt like there was something big missing.” I place a kiss on her nose and smile. “And there was—you. You’re everything to me, and I’m going to marry your gorgeous little ass and tie you to me for life.”
“Marry me? Do you even plan on asking me or is it just a foregone conclusion?"
“No. I plan to keep you tied to my bed and fuck your little pussy until you’re too tired to say no.” I shrug, but her question gave me an idea. I want the entire world to know how much my spitfire means to me, and what better way to do that than to put a big ass ring on her finger and my baby in her belly.
Tomorrow, I’m going to make sure the Silver Spoon Falls Jewelers sends over the biggest fucking diamond they can find, and I’m pretty sure they can find a huge motherfucker in this town.