Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“You’re my everything, baby girl. Never forget that. Own it. Because you own me. And owning a monster, well, that makes you a very powerful person.”
She pulled back away from him and to his shock, she was frowning up at him.
She didn’t like that?
“You are not a monster, Reuben Jones!” She wriggled a finger at him. “You are loyal, protective, possessive, sometimes jealous, crazy, and controlling, but mostly you’re just you. The man that I love. And I won’t have you calling yourself a monster.”
“What did you just say?” he whispered.
“That you weren’t a monster?”
“The other part.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks grew pink. “I love you.”
“About fucking time,” he grumbled.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed and he knew she was about to tell him off.
“Because I love you too.”
61
Reuben picked her up as soon as they entered the elevator for his apartment. She wrapped her legs around his waist with a squeal, all too aware that she wasn’t wearing panties.
And she still had that plug in her bottom.
She couldn’t believe that he’d driven her home with it inside her.
Then Reuben kissed her. Hot and hard.
And all other thoughts fled from her mind.
“Tell me again,” he commanded.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Damn fucking straight, you do. You’re mine now, baby.”
“Oh, was that up in the air before?” she teased, letting out a small cry as he slapped her ass.
“Brat.”
He carried her through the foyer and then he moved her onto one hip, so he could unlock the door to his apartment. Carrying her through, he slammed the door behind him, then turned with her in his arms, pressing her to the wall.
“I’m going to fuck you like I own you,” he warned.
“How is that different from any other time?”
He just grinned and set her on her feet. Then he turned her toward his room with a slap on her ass.
“I want you naked and on the bed. On your knees with your arms out in front of you. Ass toward the door, legs spread wide. I want to see that plug in your ass and your glistening pussy.”
“You’re so sure I’m wet?” she asked.
“Shall I do an inspection?” He raised an eyebrow and she yelped.
“Nope! I’m wet! I’m going!” She turned and started to run.
“No running!” he ordered.
She had to roll her eyes. Although she did slow down because running with a butt plug in your ass wasn’t very advisable.
Getting into the bedroom, she stripped and threw everything in the hamper. Then she got herself into position.
Excitement was racing through her veins. She couldn’t even feel embarrassed about her position.
“What a good girl you are.”
Her bottom wriggled almost in excitement as he walked into the room.
“My precious baby.” He moved closer, running his hand over her ass. Then he grasped the end of the plug, twisting it.
She sucked in a breath.
“Does that still feel all right? Not hurting?”
“No, Sir.”
“You are so fucking sexy. Christ. I’m trying to slow down. But I need to have you. Take you. I need to be inside you so fucking bad.”
“Take me, Sir. Please. I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are.” He reached between her legs, running a finger along her slick lips. “Fuck, baby. It makes me so hard when I feel how wet you are for me.”
She wanted to turn her head, to look at him, to study how affected he was. But she couldn’t move. Not even when he pushed two fingers inside her. The plug in her ass added an extra feeling of fullness.
Faith felt like she was on fire. All of her nerve endings were awake. Sizzling.
He pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy, then slid them free.
“You taste like fucking ambrosia. An addiction. I need to taste more of you. Roll onto your back.”
She turned, her gaze going immediately to him. He was stripping off his shirt. His jacket had already disappeared.
“Grab your legs, pull them back, offer that pretty pussy to me.”
Her heart raced as she did as ordered. He finished stripping, standing there, staring down at her. His hand was around his cock, and he stroked it with harsh, firm strokes.
“Hell, yes.” He dropped to his knees on the floor and grabbed her hips, dragging her down to the end of the bed.
Then his mouth was on her pussy.
And he was eating her like a man having his last meal.
It didn’t take long until she was at that edge. His tongue teased her clit, taking her higher and higher before he slid it inside her.
She moaned as she shook her head back and forth.
More. She needed more.
“I need to come.”
He grasped the end of the plug, twisting it. “Then you need to ask nicely. Beg. Beg me to let you come.”
“Please, Sir! Please, let me come.”
“Oh, I think you can do better than that.” His mouth returned to her pussy, where he continued to torture her.