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)
But then I feel Belle’s sweet hand against my chin. She lifts gently, bringing our gazes to each other. “I called to tell him I’m leaving him for you.”
A bolt of shock rips up my spine, forcing my eyes to narrow.
“Don’t lie to me,” I growl.
“I’m not the liar here, Conrad.” The smirk on her lips is so adorable that I simply cannot take it. I erupt.
“Don’t lie to me!” The words emerge from my throat like the roar of a bear. I slam my fist into the tree, scraping skin from my knuckles. The pain distracts me momentarily, but not enough to matter.
“I’m not, Daddy,” she whimpers, eyeing me with that innocence that made me fall in love with her from the beginning. “You may have terrified me, but you also make me feel safe, wanted, important in a way that no one else ever has. And having known what that’s like, there’s no going back.”
“I’m so sorry, Belle,” I wheeze. “I should never have lied to you. I knew you were the lock to my key when I first met you. But my duty–the fact that I’d been hired by your fiancé–”
Belle places a finger to my lips, quieting me. “He’s not my fiancé anymore, Conrad. Remember?”
I smile fully at her, slipping my hand between her legs. The fabric is wet, betraying her arousal, and I apply pressure to the spot, causing her back to arch and her body to press back against mine. Her wet lips shine under the moonlight as I unbutton my pants and pull out my swollen manhood. She gently scratches my head, her fingers dancing lightly across my scalp as she accepts my kisses while I tug her pants down over her lush hips.
“I can’t get enough of you, Belle.” It’s confession time, so I might as well let it all out. My desperation, my addiction to her, the fact that I would do anything to keep her safe–including laying down my life for hers. “I’d die for you, angel. I’d die without you.”
I spread her folds with her fingers, causing a whimper to drip from her lips. “It’s yours, Daddy. Take it.”
I do.
I slide into her without hesitation, pinning her to the tree as I spear into her breach. I piston deep, clenching my teeth together as I feel her wetness, her tightness, her warmth. She grips my waist with her soft hands, pulling me into her like she’s challenging me to let it all out on her. And God, do I ever.
I pound in and out of her like I’m possessed. This isn’t just about sex. It’s about solidifying our bond. It’s about coupling with my angel. It’s about finally being able to be my manic self around her and no longer needing to hide it.
“This is who I really am, Belle,” I grunt in her ear as I slam into her. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to restrain myself.”
The grip of her tight little cunt on my cock is sweet and dangerous, amplified by the intensity of the connection growing between us, like a chain being forged link by link with each slam of a massive hammer. My hammer.
“You love that I am obsessed with you,” I snarl, slipping both hands up her shirt to cup her perky, bountiful breasts, fighting to not give in to the overwhelming pleasure of her dripping pussy. “Aren’t you, angel?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, wrapping her thin arms around my broad shoulders and neck. “You make me feel special, Conrad. Wanted.” She leans her head forward, and I feel the warm wet of her lips against my skin. “You gave me something no one ever has, daddy. The way you care, coveted me, devoted yourself to me. You changed me. There’s no going back for me now.”
Her words are driving me crazy–even more crazy than I already am. And she’s fucking me back, grinding her hips into mine with every stroke I give her, taking every inch I have with ripe passion.
Am I right for her? I can’t say.
Can I live without her? Definitely not.
Belle is right. There is no going back from this. And I may be a twisted individual, owned by this angelic woman, or I might be just the right guy for her and her mutual malady. Maybe we’re two puzzle pieces who simply needed to find each other, and the rest of our lives together will be pure dark magic.
My angel’s body is shaking now, signaling to me that she’s close. I grab both of her legs and lift her, wrapping them around my waist, holding her up against the tree as I speed up my strokes, taking absolutely no mercy on her juicy little cunt. I grip her breasts so hard she squeals in pain, but I silence her by devouring her mouth with mine, pressing my tongue against hers in a dance of passion.