Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her slowly, passionately and enjoying her eager response. She was ready, I tried to tell myself. She would say yes to whatever I told her to do. Especially after we made love… especially after I showed her how much I cared for her. My body, heart, and soul were eager to be revealed to her, but my mind struggled with the decision. I wasn’t sure whether I was ready.
Her lips were sweet and soft underneath mine, and I poured all my passion for her into that one kiss that left her breathless. I positioned myself on top of her, dominating her space with my scent, my mouth and my hands digging into her hair. I couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t keep my hands off.
“Even when I’m old and wrinkly?” she whispered underneath me, and I laughed her off.
“You’ll always be my rose,” I reassured her. “I don’t give a shit about your age. And I can’t wait to understand you… to see under all your layers.”
She looked away shyly, but I grabbed her arms and opened her up to me, making her gasp out loud.
I nuzzled my lips against her throat, inhaling her scent deeply.
“Beautiful,” I muttered against her skin. “Fucking beautiful.”
Her fingers were twitching, and I gave her the go-ahead with my eyes. She touched them to my zipper and clumsily pulled it down, unbuttoning my trousers and pulling my cock free.
“Look at it,” I told her, and she lowered her gaze, her pupils dilating when she saw how hard she’d made me.
I oozed precum over her pretty dress and didn’t give a shit that I’d probably ruin it. She was more beautiful naked, anyway - if I had it my way, she would wear no clothes at all.
“Do you like it?” I asked her gently. “Tell me you like my cock, Harlow.”
“I do,” she whispered, her lashes fluttering upwards to look at me. “I love your cock, Master. Will you let me suck it?”
“I will,” I told her gently, and she squirmed underneath me needily, trying to get out. I let her because I could barely resist, and laid on my back as she knelt between my legs. “Good fucking girl. Just the tip, Harlow. Nothing but the tip, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on me as she lowered her lips over the tip of my cock.
She sucked the head in quickly, letting out a moan all over my dick as she licked up my precum. My cock was drooling at the sight of her, at the feel of her warm, wet little mouth on me. I couldn’t get enough of her. The night under the stars felt magical, as if there was something truly special in the air, telling me that this was the beginning of a great love story.
But I also knew full-well there was her test left, and that I would be giving her a choice that would change both of our lives forever.
Perhaps I was being selfish by having her in my arms one last time before that decision was made, but I didn’t give a shit. I needed this, the last moment of her being Harlow Granger before she submitted to me fully and completely. Whatever her choice, she would never be the same girl again.
She sucked my cock, proving me how well she’d learned to do it in her months of my care. Her eyes never strayed from mine and she sucked like a little whore, making me groan her name over and over again. I watched her whimper and mewl and stared at her gorgeous fucking face and her mascara that was starting to run. It took me a long time to realize that I was madly in fucking love with the girl.
I didn’t want to admit it to myself and much less to her. But it was true.
Worried it would look like a sign of weakness, I’d never told a woman I loved her - apart from the one Harlow must have hated most. After Pia, I had sworn to myself never to fall in love again. Yet there I was, like a love-drunk fucking fool, obsessed with the girl working my cock, needing her to give me her control wrapped with a pretty little bow at my feet.
I grabbed her by her hair and twisted her to her side. She cried out, not in fear but with lust painfully obvious in her raspy voice.
“Fuck me,” she begged shamelessly. “Please, Master, I need your cock inside me, I need you to make me yours.”
“You’re already mine,” I growled at her. “Always have been.”
I positioned my cock near her tight little hole and she begged and pleaded for me to fuck her. I teased her for what felt like ages, making her squirm and cry and promise me everything under the sun in exchange for fucking her body. I told her she didn’t have a choice anyway. She’d be fucked, taken advantage, fucking used until I’d had my fill. I told her it would take hundreds of years before I stopped fucking her every day. Before the urge to fuck her, and taste her, and own her, would go away, we’d be dead and gone. I’d never be sated. I’d never have enough. Harlow Granger wasn’t my fucking flavor of the month, she was my one and only.