Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Crow separated my lips with his while he pounded into me. His smooth balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. His tongue dug into my mouth, so I couldn’t keep my sounds from escaping.
A moan came out, loud and clean.
Dammit.
He smiled against my lips, enjoying his victory. “Your cunt is so tight. I can’t wait to fill it.”
I yanked on the lace because I wanted to be free. I wanted to grab those strong arms and hold on. I wanted to dig my nails into his skin until I drew blood. My orgasm still burned with power until it slowly started to fade. A whimper of pleasure escaped my lips because my pussy was still feeling the aftershocks.
He groaned as he pumped into me, giving me a few final thrusts before he filled me like he claimed he would. He pressed his forehead to mine when he hit his trigger. He tensed on top of me, his dick getting even harder as he released inside me with a groan. “Take all of it.”
I widened my legs because I wanted to be full of him. I was still high from my orgasm and in a different state of mind. Another moan escaped my lips because I felt even more satisfied with his cum sitting inside me.
His eyes darkened as he finished, his hot seed trickling inside me. I could feel it because it was so heavy and warm. A pleasured sigh escaped his lips, deep and masculine from the back of his throat.
He stayed inside me like he never wanted to leave. His cock slowly softened as the momentum passed. His mouth found mine and gave me soft kisses I didn’t think he was capable of giving. “I promised you would enjoy it.”
My cheeks reddened in embarrassment. I couldn’t hide how much I enjoyed it. This man was keeping me captive against my will. I begged him to let me go, but he refused. And now I slept with him—and I liked it. He gave me the first orgasm I’d had in months.
It was such a betrayal.
He kissed the valley between my breasts before he slowly pulled his soft dick out of my pussy. It was smaller than it was earlier, but the size was still impressive. I couldn’t believe that fit inside me. And I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed it.
He leaned down and kissed my clit, giving me a kiss full of his tongue.
I tensed because it felt even better than his fingers.
He pulled away, his lips shiny from my slickness. “One button down.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Crow
She liked it.
She tried to hide the orgasm that rocked through her by shutting that pretty little mouth of hers, but it was no use. Her pussy constricted around me like an anaconda. It pleaded for my seed, trying to squeeze it out of me. She widened her legs because she wanted more of my cock. Her pathetic attempt to fool me was a waste of time.
She loved it as much as I did.
After I finally conquered her, I expected to return my focus to work. With a preoccupied mind, I wasn’t getting as much done. I fell behind on paperwork, shipments, and hiring more employees for the factory. My slave was stealing the spotlight with her soft brown hair and full hips.
But now, I was even more distracted than before.
I had her once, and I was immensely satisfied. But now, I wanted her again. Her cunt was so tight and slick. My cock was in womanly heaven when I glided in and out of her. She was soaked because of me, because of the heat between us.
When I first laid eyes on her, I wasn’t impressed. She was beautiful, of course. But so were a lot of women. There was nothing spectacular about her, nothing that made me want to pin her to the sheets just so I could have her.
But when I saw the fire inside her, I was drawn to her flames. She wasn’t submissive, not in the least. She was a challenge, a woman who could hold her own in a fight. After that moment, I was desperate to cage her, to overpower her and make her mine.
And I loved every second of it.
After I came home from work the following afternoon, I showered then sat down to dinner. She didn’t join me for breakfast that morning, but she came down now. She wore one of the dresses Lars picked out for her. It was strapless and pink, flowing out around her hips. She had the elegance of a queen and the grace of a god.
She sat across from me at the table without making eye contact. The bottle of wine was already sitting there, so she poured herself a glass and grabbed a piece of French bread from the basket.