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)
“Are we…safe here?” Belle asks, glancing around the room.
“You’re safe when I’m with you.” My eyes are glued to her. She must see my obsession in my gaze. I’m not even trying to hide it any longer.
“I guess Fitch will be upset the wedding is still off,” she says softly, glancing to my left. I turn and see the elaborate wedding cake through the glass of a fridge.
“Fitch?” I glare hard at her. “What about you?”
She hides her eyes from me for a moment, and it’s like I’m suddenly denied air. My desire for her is overpowering. Even her hair over her eyes is a painful barrier. I can’t imagine what it would be like to actually have her gone from my sight.
“You know it’s…an arranged marriage, right?”
Her words hit me like a bullet. “Wait, what?”
“My parents are forcing me to marry Fitch for his money. If I don’t, they’ll cut me off completely. I’ll have nowhere to go.”
My vision reddens as my rage begins to squeeze me in a vise-like grip. My throat goes so tight I can barely swallow. What kind of parents would marry their daughter off for money? What is this–medieval times?
I look back again at the wedding cake, five tiers, elaborate flowers made from frosting, and some kind of golden chutes springing out from the top like a fountain. My chest is on fire with rage from what I’ve just heard.
“Then this cake is as fake as your engagement.” I breathe heavily.
“I…I guess you could say that–”
The fridge door nearly comes off its hinges as I wrench it open. I reach into the chill and lift the cake and set it down on the metallic prep-table. Belle is looking at me curiously like a cute little kitten as I’m teeming with lust, achingly hard beneath my pants. My desperation for Belle has not abated since I was last with her. Eyes focused, I’m walking toward her, scouring her sensuous body with my gaze.
“You know it’s tradition for the groom to feed the bride a piece of cake once they’re married, yes? And vice versa?”
Belle nods, confused. “Yes.”
Her innocence is a drug to me, tugging at every one of my male sexual instincts. I reach out and take her by the wrist, pulling her into my arms. A gasp falls from her plump lips, sending a shock surge through me. It’s like I was missing something I now have.
“Well, I see no reason we can’t honor that tradition.” I smile, pressing Belle down onto her knees before me. She looks up at me, still not understanding.
“But I…I’m not married, Conrad. And you’re not my husband.”
“I’m not?” I smirk.
With a single hard tug, I pop the fly of my jeans, then reach in and pull out my manhood, swollen and thick, nearly ready to burst. Belle’s eyes go wide, following my shaft as I grip it with one hand and drag it through the frosting at the base of the cake, coating my crown like a vanilla ice cream swirl atop a cone. “Go on. Have a taste.”
She fails to hide the excitement that flashes through her eyes. “Conrad…”
“Open up, angel.”
Like a good little girl, Belle drops her jaw, giving me a glimpse of her glistening pink tongue. Without hesitation, I push my cock into her mouth. The sensation hits me like a raging sunbeam, igniting my body with exorbitant pleasure. I have to bite my tongue just to stop myself from exploding instantly.
“That’s a good girl,” I groan, the muscles in my stomach contracting as I wrap my hand around the back of her head and take a fistful of her hair. I shove my other hand roughly down the neck of her T-shirt and palm the firm flesh of her breast. Her skin is so soft. Her nipples are already hard, signaling her arousal. “Keep sucking, angel. Clean my cock. Get all that sweet icing off, and I’ll give you some more.”
Belle’s eyes are wide, and her hips move in circles like she’s already grinding on my hard-on. I’m so close now. The thought of ramming my cock inside her is nearly unbearable. Unable to pull my eyes from hers, I move my hand to her other breast, causing a jolt of pleasure to lash me with such intensity it’s almost painful. I let out another groan as she twists her tongue around my crown, searching for any remaining sugar, causing me to quickly pull out of her mouth, right on the verge of coming.
“You sure you’ve never done this before?” I ask her.
“Never,” she replies, her cheeks red, her lips shining.
I snatch her by her hips and lift her, causing her to giggle and squeal as I set her down on the table, just beside her wedding cake. I simply cannot wait any longer, and I don’t even try to stop my sweaty arms and craving fingers as they grab her pants and tear them down to her ankles. I nearly have a heart attack when I set eyes on the ripe little peach between her legs, already dripping with slick.