Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Rising off the bed, I grabbed my phone and set it up on the nightstand on her side, positioning it where it would be optimal to record.
I looked at the camera and spoke. “I own you, Devlynn. That means I’ll take you any way I want. Whenever I want.”
She moaned and rubbed her legs together in her sleep as I squeezed her perfect, round tits in my hands. Fuck I’d missed those tits. I dreamed about touching them too many nights to count. I would fist my cock, making myself cum with Devlynn’s name on my lips.
I pushed her legs further apart, my eyes focused on her wet cunt. Even in her sleep, she responded so easily to my touch. I inhaled her pussy, my mouth watering for a taste. “Daddy’s going to eat that cunt, Princess. I’m going to tongue fuck you until you come in your dreams.”
I liked using the word “daddy.” There was something depraved about making her call me by the name she used for the man who helped ruin my life. I knew it was fucked up and twisted, but that was what trauma did if you let it fester. I’d spent five years not confronting it, hiding it under rage and humiliation. I let it wait for me until it became an infection, a full-blown disease with only one cure.
Her.
My Devlynn. Being with her was like the sun rising after perpetual night. I didn’t know what happiness was or how she was the pure joy lacking in my life until I saw her again. Maybe that was why I couldn’t bear to look at another woman for the past five years because once I’d had Devlynn, everyone else paled in comparison.
I inhaled her, my nose pressed down on her clit. She was so wet. My tongue lapped at her, and her legs opened wider for me as if inviting me to have my fill. “Even in your sleep, you’re a little whore, aren’t you, Princess?”
Her cream invaded my mouth, sweet, salty, and distinctly Devlynn. I wanted her to gush on my face, drowning me and allowing me to get my fill of her. I inserted two fingers in her sweet fuck hole, curling my fingers to hit her g-spot. Her hips rose, but she remained sound asleep. “Always a horny slut, aren’t you, Princess?”
I gripped my cock and rubbed my pre-cum on her soaking wet cunt. Slowly, I pushed into her tight pussy and hissed. Fucking heaven. It was wild being this depraved and fucked up but knowing you’d entered the pearly gates to heaven. “You’ve made me a madman, Devlynn. I’ll never tire of you, baby. Never.”
Latching onto her nipple, I bit down, and she bolted up as I came deep inside her sweet cunt. “Thatta girl. Scream for Daddy. Let him know how much you love being fucked like my cum dump.”
She sighed. “We can’t keep being this irresponsible. I'm not on the pill.”
“I hope the baby looks like you.” I pulled out of her, working my way down to her pussy. I spread her legs, opening up her cunt for my view. “Look how pretty your pussy looks with my cum leaking out of it.” I pushed the cum back in with my index finger before removing it and licking it clean.
“Oh god. I don’t remember you being this filthy.”
I finger fucked her again and spread our cum on her lips. “I think this is the only lipstick you should wear going forward. I like the idea of any guy sniffing around you smelling my spunk.”
“Like a dog marking its territory.”
I chuckled. “Something like that.” My hands twisted in her hair as I pulled her head back and kissed her mouth. “Now, let’s get in the shower and fuck some more. Who knows if I’ll be a free man by this time next week.”
“I know the best lawyer in Manhattan. You’ll be fine.”
“I don’t want you pulling strings for me, Devlynn.”
She nodded and wrapped her limbs around me. “We can worry about that later. Right now, I’d like another orgasm, please. One where I’m awake.”
Chapter 20
Elis
“Elis Brooks,” the bailiff called.
I stood, my eyes on the judge.
“Sebastian Vaughn for the defendant, Your Honor,” a tall, older man interjected, appearing out of nowhere at my shoulder.
Annoyance radiated through me. I’d told Devlynn I didn’t want her help—my integrity was now in parallel because I had money to get me out of a jam. I was a fucking hypocrite.
I was about to open my mouth to object when I felt a touch on my hand. I turned to see Devlynn, her eyes sad and begging me to stay silent. At that moment, I knew I didn’t want her to be hurt any more than she already was. My love for her was greater than my pride.