Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She whimpered his name, and Carver growled hers.
“I want you to come all over my cock.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper as he pulled it down. Then she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core.
She no longer tensed up when he began to fill her. The pain was long gone, and as several inches were already inside her, she pressed back against him, and he suddenly grabbed her hips. He slammed the last few inches inside her, and she cried out. He was so hard, so deep.
“Touch your pussy, Morgan. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
She pressed her fingers to her clit, and as she started to stroke, Carver began to fuck her, pulling all the way out, then sliding back in.
Closing her eyes, she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to contain the moans. He was so big. He slammed inside her three times, and she cried out. Her orgasm was so close.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Come all over my cock. Let me feel it. Let me feel you.”
She worked her pussy, sliding her fingers back and forth, building up her orgasm, and she didn’t hold back.
Morgan came hard, and this felt different with his cock buried deep within her tight pussy.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it.”
Carver didn’t stay still.
She played with her pussy until she couldn’t take anymore, and then she stopped, but the pleasure from his sharp thrusts took over. He drove deep.
The pain and pleasure mingled together, and Morgan didn’t know which sensation was the strongest. It felt so good.
And then, she heard his growl, followed by his final thrust. She felt every pulse of his cock as he filled her, spilling his cum deep inside her pussy. Flooding her.
Neither of them moved for several seconds.
She knew she could gladly spend the rest of her life doing exactly this.
Chapter Ten
Morgan had lost count of the number of mornings she’d woken up to some kind of present. In the last few days, she’d woken up to find Carver still in her bed, which she had loved.
This morning, after he made love to her and had given her two orgasms, Carver told her to meet him in the dining room when she finished getting ready. So, her current outfit was a dress, a sweater, and a pair of tights, along with some flat shoes.
The small, flat box on the bed caught her eyes. It hadn’t been there this morning, so Carver must have left it for her to find. She opened the box, and inside she found a very small collar. It was so tiny, she didn’t know if this was supposed to be a joke, something to wrap around her wrist, or if this was for a cat or a tiny dog? She finished getting ready as fast as she could, for whatever Carver had in store for her. Rather than leave the collar back in the room, she held it within her grip and made her way downstairs.
Andy came out of the dining room, and he nodded toward her. She offered him a good morning and then waited a second. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. It made no sense to her at all. She wasn’t afraid of Carver, and everything he’d ever done for her had been to make her life better. Although the gifts had been sweet and lovely, and she loved all of them, she didn’t need them. Her true gift was Carver. To everyone else, this man was a beast, a monster, evil, but to her he was everything.
Entering the dining room, she suddenly came to a stop, as she caught sight of the sweetest thing—Carver, holding a very pale Chihuahua. The tiny puppy looked so content within his grasp. It seemed almost surreal to see Carver holding something so gently.
She gasped, which drew his attention, and she covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about,” he said. “Come and meet your puppy.”
“Mine?”
“Yes, all yours. I’ve heard it is good to put the collar on her quite soon so she can get used to it.”
Morgan stepped forward and reached for the little pup. “Is it a boy or a girl?”
“It’s a girl.”
“Oh, my,” she said, as Carver placed the little girl in her arms. She was so tiny, but the little pup settled with her just as she had with Carver. “She’s mine?”
“Yes.”
She felt this overwhelming sense of love, not just for the little pup in her arms, but also for the man who had just given her this most precious gift.
“I don’t … I have no words.”
“You like your gift?” he asked.
“I love her. I love her so much.”
“That is all I need.”
Carver kissed the top of her head, and then took the collar out of her grip. The pup didn’t wriggle or fight as he slid the tiny collar around her neck, checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight.