Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
My desperation is overwhelming. I need her.
I rise up on my knees, reach into my briefs, and tug out my manhood. I’m so turned on that even my slight touch causes my shaft to flex with a near-orgasmic twitch. Sensitivity is pulsing through me. My cock is throbbing with brutal desire. I ball my hand into a fist, driving my nails into my flesh, searching for a painful distraction to bring me back down to Earth.
“I’ll kill you if you leave me.” The words rumble from my throat before I know what I’m saying.
Belle’s eyes widen. “What did you say?”
“I said, he’ll kill you if you leave him.” Keep it together, Conrad. She blinks nervously. Slides her lower lip across her teeth. “Once he has had a taste of you, he will be addicted. He will always want more…more…more…”
“Oh…” she says quietly, pushing herself into a seated position. Her eyes travel down to my cock, doing a flagpole from between my legs. “Maybe we should take things a little more slowly.”
Her words cause the moment to freeze and threaten to fracture every bit of progress I just made with her. She’s moving now, like she wants to get up, but I lean down on top of her and bring my lips close to hers. Being this close to kissing her heightens everything I’m feeling already. My cock flexes again, and I know there’s no holding back.
“I have so much more to teach you, angel,” I whisper, tracing the line of her neck with my lips. I stop just below her earlobe and inhale the multitude of scents. I’m behaving like a wild beast. “To prepare you for your wedding night.”
“My wedding night…?” Belle whispers as I begin grinding my shaft against her slick mound.
Christ, even without being inside her, the feeling is truly wonderous. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be giving her time to recover from her release. Hell, I should never have even started any of this with her. It’s wrong. I’ve been hired to protect her, not defile her innocence like the bastard I am.
But I just can’t help myself.
Her scents invade my nostrils, swirling with godly feminine energy, wrenching a climax from me as my shaft slides against her wet folds, which spread slightly each time I grind against her. My cock erupts, splashing my seed across her soft ivory belly, pooling in her pink belly button. It just keeps coming and coming, the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced erupting out of me like a volcano. It’s so intense it hurts, and I’m gripped with a dizziness so powerful that I’m forced to slump down beside her, gasping for air like I’ve almost drowned.
I lie beside her, shaking, wrapped up in the overwhelming amazement of her perfection. I fight to regain my composure as my hand explores her body, caressing her breasts and her delicate neckline. My brain is barely working, like a computer that’s short-circuited and needs a full reboot.
“You’re a quick learner,” I mutter, barely able to find my ability to speak. Words scatter through my mind here and there with no real connection between them. I want to simply give up my ruse and profess my love to her now, but that would be a major risk. Or an outright catastrophe. “And I have so many more things to show you that Fitch will like–”
“I need to use the restroom,” Belle interrupts, sliding out from beneath me. “You know…to clean up…”
I sit up, feeling like an idiot. When was it that I forgot how to be a gentleman? Has my madness seized me and jerked me back down into the pits of pure depravity? “I’m so sorry,” I say quickly. “Let me get you a towel.”
“No! It’s okay.” Belle smiles, backing up toward the bathroom. “You stay right there and relax. You did all the work. I’ll be back in one second.”
I smile, smitten by her beauty that warms me to my core as she vanishes behind the door to the bathroom. I close my eyes and expel a deep breath, dropping my head onto the throw pillow Belle was holding while I licked her pure little pussy and watched her squirm. It smells like her. The mere scent begins to hypnotize me with satisfaction.
That is until I hear a sound from the bathroom.
A window sliding open and the clatter of the street spilling in from outside. Instantly, I’m on my feet, striding over to the door.
“Belle?” I call out, knocking just loudly enough not to scare her. No response. “Belle, are you in there?”
I test the handle. It’s locked.
My heart leaps as I realize what’s happened. Adrenaline surges, and my primal nature takes over. I back up, brace myself, and drive my heel into the latch, nearly knocking the door off its hinges as it bursts inward.