Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” she giggles. “Did that really just happen?”
I nod and kiss her. “A wise woman, that one.”
I’m too hard to slow down, too close to control myself any longer. Our moment was not ruined by the intrusion. If anything, we’re both even hotter than before. Belle eagerly kisses me, her smooth hands against my cheeks as our tongues dances together. I’ve claimed her, but there’s still one wall left between us. A wall I’m about to destroy.
“You love it, don’t you?” I ask her. She nods thirstily.
I grunt as I plunge into her dripping cunt, grinding my teeth back against the immeasurable pleasure she’s blessed me with.
“Yes,” she groans, rocking against me, her juices dripping all over the table beneath us, slicking the metallic surface.
I harden my eyes at her, cock my head to the side. “Yes….?”
It takes Belle a second, but when she gets it, her whole face lights up.
“Yes, Daddy.” I feel her cunt tighten around my shaft as she speaks the words. “I love it.”
I feel the wall crumble, blasted away by unbridled emotion. We’re both so close, and my head is already starting to spin like I’ve been shot out of a cannon and am soaring through the purest, most blissful air on Earth.
“You’re mine now, angel,” I grunt, packing her pussy with harsh, deliberate thrusts that shake her entire body. Her knee joints crush down on my shoulders as she closes in on her orgasm. “I’ve claimed you. You belong to me. I’ll keep you safe–Oh my God, I can feel you tightening up on me. You’re close aren’t you, angel?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She nods emphatically.
“So am I. I can’t even move inside you,” I confess. “There’s no way I can pull out, angel. I’m going to breed that tiny little cunt. Breed you the first time you get fucked. I’m going to fill you with my seed right fucking now.”
I go off. Hard.
It’s like an explosion that begins at my center and then expands out, encompassing my whole body. My neck muscles tighten, and my back goes tense as I unload, spraying my seed into her hole, snatching away any remaining innocence she had left.
At the same time, I feel her walls clench down on me, holding me deep inside, telling me firmly: No. You’re not going anywhere. I go empty inside her as her body writhes and thrashes beneath mine. I somehow manage to unclench my eyelids and look down at her as her climax wracks her with delight, and I know that this moment–this image–will be solidified in my mind for the rest of my life as a monumental moment never to be forgotten.
Finally, Belle’s legs fall from my shoulders, and I slump down beside her, breathing heavily. I stare up at the ceiling, a smile fixed on my lips, before glancing over to Belle, desperate for the twinkle in her eyes. Instead, what I see is something else. Confusion? Timidity? Regret?
My heart jumps, and I quickly wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. “Hey, everything all right?”
“Yeah,” she says, forcing a smile. She sits up, glancing at the cake, the scrape in the frosting at the base. “Just…worried about that. And the woman who saw us.”
I stand, place my hands firmly on her shoulders, and look down at her. It’s impossible not to be entranced by her beauty.
“Don’t worry about that. The woman won’t say anything, and the cake can be repaired.” Why am I reassuring her about the cake? I don’t want her near that goddamn thing. If she ever is fed a piece of it by Fitch…
“Okay.” Belle smiles. “I won’t.”
I watch her as we both put our clothes back on, then take her by the hand and lead her from the room, knowing my work is still not over. I may have resolved the situation with the so-called suspect and managed to have postponed the wedding a little longer, but I’m still going to have to find a more permanent method to make sure Fitch realizes Belle belongs to me now.
6
BELLE
I’m still buzzing when Conrad and I arrive back at the hotel room. I catch one of the two men he’s assigned to watch the door grinning at us as we pass, as if he can see my delight emanating off of me. As soon as the door closes behind us, I’m back in his arms, lathered with kisses as his strong arms lift me like it’s nothing and lay me down on the bed.
My eyes close on their own, as the blissful moment overwhelms me, and I inhale a deep breath that fills my lungs with the euphoria of Conrad’s scent. His presence. His power that I seem to feel all across my body, even the places he’s not touching. The tingling sensation is back between my thighs–or maybe it never left. I can’t be sure. My mind doesn’t seem to be functioning right now.