Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I can feel his cock, hitting my guts.
I can feel little squirts, pumping from my cunt.
I try to clench amongst the madness but there’s nothing there.
Nothing but heady bliss.
I’m powerless.
He pulls out of my ass with a wrench that has me cursing, and I know his slap is hard by the way it jolts me, but I don’t feel it.
The cushion dips as he kneels in front of me on the sofa, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling my face up.
I have no balance at all. I’m just a meaty whore staring up at a master with a filthy hard-on.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he says, and my eyes are on his as I do it.
I open my mouth for Santa and he jams his dirty dick right to the back of my throat. He pumps my face like he pumped my ass, deep and vicious, while I quack and retch. My eyes stream trails of watery tears as I give myself up to the man I goaded.
He can take my cunt, he can take my ass, he can take my throat. He can take me.
I only want him to love me in return.
When I see the anger in his stare, my heart leaps, because the rage has come from the depths of him – just as the need for the validation came from the depths of me.
I give myself up completely as I choke and drool. He has full control now and he uses it, leveraging my hair so strongly that my scalp burns. His filthy dick is slick with spit, and he buries his way into my throat so far that my ears ring, my nose crushed against his stomach.
I suck in the breath of my fucking life when he finally pulls out of me, and that’s when he spurts. Long, hot streams right into my face, splattering my tongue, my lips, my cheeks, and jetting one load straight into my fucking eye. I’m blinking stinging cum as he puts his face up close to mine – my breaths still ragged.
“Do you really want any other man’s cock after that?” he asks me. “Tell me now, and you’d better fucking mean it.”
His voice is simmering. The jealousy rife.
“No,” I tell him. “I don’t want any other cock, I swear. Pinky fucking promise.”
He lets go of my hair.
“Good.”
I’m still a slobbering mess over the arm of his sofa as he gets up and walks away.
“Dinner time!” he calls from the kitchen. “Get your sorry ass back in here.”
I wipe the cum from my face with the back of my hand, my vision blurred and burning with jizz eye. Fuck, he got me good. I haul myself up from the sofa, padding my way back through to the kitchen, stark naked and a trembling mess.
I’m so nervous as I approach him.
“Want any help?” I ask as he continues chopping tomatoes, starkers like me.
“No, thank you,” he says, and flashes me a fresh smile that has me gooey. Animosity forgotten. “Just sit your butt down on that stool, and get your phone out of sight.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
He slaps my ass when I pass him, and I poke my tongue out on my way.
His jealous outburst has worked black magic, deep in the sanctity of my heart. I’m done for as I look at his naked body as he makes dinner for us. The butterflies in my stomach are going fucking crazy, and the fear in my soul is even worse.
I was telling the truth. I don’t want any other cock. I don’t want any other anything, I only want him.
His cock, his kisses, his heart, his home… and his children.
I want a baby bump like Caroline, more than anything.
And I want Reuben to be the man who gives it to me.
23
TIFFANY
When the alarm goes off, I can hardly be arsed to face it. I’m too comfy in Reuben’s deluxe bed with the gorgeous hulk of him lying beside me. He switches off the bleeping and I snuggle closer, hoping I can drift back into dreamland and he’ll come there with me, but of course not.
It’s another day at the grotto. For both of us.
But not just yet…
Reuben doesn’t shake me awake and announce the morning dawn like a cockerel. He leans over and places a gentle kiss on my forehead, peppering a line down to my ear, where his breath makes me tingle.
“Morning, Tiffany.”
I yawn. “Morning. Can’t believe we stayed up so late.”
“I can.”
My body moves on instinct when it’s touched. My knees part wide as Reuben coaxes them open. I’m happy as Larry to feel his horny cock on my thigh, despite the fact it had to be after two by the time we got to bed.
A selection of my clothes are now hanging in Reuben’s wardrobe, having dashed like a thief in the night over to my apartment to throw some into a suitcase. I knew Josh and Ella were working a double proposal – a mega hardcore one, over in Notting Hill. No chance of seeing me and asking questions. And no chance of spotting Reuben by my side.