Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
She treats me to another long, wet lick, her tongue sneaking into my slit to make me hiss in pleasure. “If that’s a bad thing, why do I like it so much?” Without giving me a chance to answer, she swallows my cock in a long, luxuriating suck, keeping her big eyes trained on me the whole time, moaning when my balls smack off her chin. She keeps me deep, deep, deep for long seconds, then pulls away gasping, as am I. “You saved me tonight. Twice.” She pulls down the straps of her dress, peeling the material down to her waist and exposing her beautiful tits to the air-conditioned room. “Take your reward however you want it, Daddy.”
Groaning brokenly, I drag my little fuck brat to her feet and take three steps, throwing her down hard on the bed. “My reward is your wet, horny cunt. Open your fucking thighs.”
Biting her lip innocently, she does as she’s told…
Revealing a pair of underwear with my name written all over them.
Not in my handwriting.
All of the oxygen in my lungs vacates in a rush. “Did you make these?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes brimming with adulation. For me.
I’m the luckiest man on the face of this earth.
My head swims with dizziness, my pulse pumping wildly. My tongue is so thick with love and gratitude and obsession, I can hardly form words. “That’s my good girl,” I pant, stripping the panties down to her ankles, throwing them to the ground.
Ah, then I mount my gorgeous girl.
I push my fat cock into her clenching fuck hole and I ride her rough, groaning loud enough to wake the dead, because son of a bitch, she is drenched and eager to please, whining and pressing her knees as wide as they’ll go. I flatten her with all of my weight, symbolic of my plans to keep her locked down for the rest of our lives, and speak very precisely against her ear. “Did you think I would let you get in a car and drive away from me, little girl?” I wrap my hand around her perfect throat, feeling her hard swallow against my palm. “Never try that again.”
Her eyes flash up at me, full of spirit and her pussy constricts. “You either.”
I’m shouting her name from the pleasure, the euphoria of having Mandy return my obsession, when the hotel room door opens and her friends stand there, gaping at us, but there’s no stopping. I only fuck my girl with more urgency, shoving her knees up to her ears and getting my own knees beneath me for leverage, spurred on by the sounds of my cock juicing her entrance. Squich, squich, squich.
“Goddamn, gorgeous. My Mandy is always so fucking wet. I need to put my come in you. You’re so fucking perfect, so fucking sweet, I need to come…”
That last word ends on my groan—and I know she’s going over the edge with me.
The praise I store up and let out in these moments gets her every time.
Maybe having her two ex-friends witness the mind-blowing effect she has on me is extra arousing for her—I don’t know, I only see my incredible fiancée. She’s all I’ll ever see again, until the end of time. And when she cinches up around me, screaming, and the hotel room door slams…I know there’s another one opening. It leads straight to a future filled with love, all-consuming lust, companionship…and twin flames that will only burn brighter with time.
epilogue
Mandy
Five Years Later
My office become increasingly warm when the clock strikes three.
It’s time for my next patient.
He’s never late and this time is no exception. There’s a brisk knock on the door that turns my thighs to liquid, makes the pulse in my neck flutter madly. I sit down in my leather wingback, striving for calm, collecting my notebook and settling it in my lap.
“Come in,” I call.
Behind me, the door creaks open, closes. And locks.
I feel the engaging of that lock everywhere. In my breasts, fingertips, hips.
“Hey, doc.”
My husband comes into view and sits down on the couch reserved for patients, dressed in a pair of loose pants and a fire department sweatshirt. His hair is slightly messier than usual, the scent of smoke lingering in the air between us. There’s been a nasty fire during his shift—I can always tell by the way he carries himself afterward. Weary and haunted.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
He links his fingers in the V of his thighs and rakes his gaze upward, starting at the tips of my toes, up my legs, over my breasts and landing on my face. He shakes his head as he looks at me, as if he can’t believe I’m real. “I’m a hell of a lot better now, gorgeous.” He reaches out suddenly and snatches the heels from my feet, tossing them toward my desk. “And I’ll be fully healed once I get a taste of my sweet fucking wife.”