Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
She gazes after him as he leaves, her shoulders sagging slightly, and then she spots me. She ignores those who try to approach her and comes to a stop in front of me. The minute she’s within reaching distance, I pull her into me and begin swaying to the music like we were before. Neither of us enjoys dancing, nor are we traditional. But I like holding her in my arms. I like the way she stares up at me, and we soak in this day that was only ever meant to be a ploy but turned into something far greater than we could’ve ever imagined.
“I reckon we can escape soon,” I whisper into her ear.
“We haven’t even eaten yet,” she says. “Your mother was telling me all about the food.”
“But I like to have dessert first.” I wink, then lean down and kiss her lips, my hands finding her hips and holding on to them so she can’t escape.
I don't want her to ever escape me.
“I didn’t get my dessert last night. Don’t you want my cock buried deep in that sweet pussy of yours?” I croon softly. Red streaks across her cheeks. “What about how my tongue plays circles on your clit? Do you like that?”
She swallows hard and nods.
“I believe you still have to carve your new initials into my other leg.” She pulls me by the neck so I’m at eye level with her. Her hot breath brushes against my ear.
“I like it when you choke me.”
My cock hardens to its full, thick length.
“We have an issue,” I tell her.
“What?”
“My cock is hard, and if I pull away right now, everyone will see.”
She laughs, literally doubles over, and laughs. But I quickly pull her back up to block my cock. My grandparents are here, for fuck’s sake. That’s the last thing they need to see.
“It’s not funny,” I growl.
“It is,” she insists as someone approaches. “I can make it go away… with my mouth.” Whoever it is starts to say something as they reach us, but now all I want is her lips around my cock. I pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and head straight to the restrooms. Shutting and locking the door behind us, I place her back on her heels. She’s giggling, and I can’t stop my cock from hardening even more.
“You seem keen on the idea,” she purrs, hiking up her dress. I watch in fascination as she drops to her knees. Careful not to kneel on her dress, she reaches for my zipper and rubs me through my pants, looking up at me with those amber eyes.
Someone knocks on the door.
“Fuck off!” I tell them, still staring down at her. Her smile never wavers as she unzips my pants and pulls my cock free. She licks it—just the tip—before she takes me into her mouth. All the way as far as my cock will go before sliding back to the head.
I moan, trying my hardest not to mess up her perfect hair.
Instead, I slide my hand under her chin and hold her jaw as she proceeds to fuck me with her mouth. I think she hates me, but then again, I think she fucking loves it when I fuck her, and that’s what I plan to do.
Pulling from her mouth, my cock stands tall, and I bend down to help her to her feet. Then I spin her so her back is to me and hike up the dress. That’s when I realize she’s not wearing any panties.
“Fuck me,” I say on a moan.
“I’m wet for you, Mr. Monti.”
“Fuck yes, you are.” I slip my finger between her folds, and she moans. “Fuck, you were built so perfectly for me, Mrs. Monti.” My finger, now wet with her arousal, I plunge it inside her.
Another knock comes at the door.
“Fuck. Off!” This time, it comes from her, and I can’t help but be proud.
Her breath hitches as she watches us in the mirror. I slide a knife out of my suit jacket. It’s not just any knife; it’s the one she assaulted me with when we first met. I’ve carried it around ever since that night.
“I want you to carve your initials, Mrs. Monti. The bloodier, the better.” My cock twitches at the anticipated pain.
She smiles as she nuzzles her pussy against my cock. “But first, you’ll service me, husband, and wait your turn.”
My lips stretch in a wild grin as I grab the back of her hair. Fuck being polite; it never suited either of us anyway.
“I’m going to break you,” I promise her, and she laughs.
“Such vengeful lies. Give it your best shot.”