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)
Then suddenly, a dull explosion bursts in my ear, accompanied by a ringing sound, and I realize she’s slapped me hard and has a grip on my hair. “I’m coming, D-daddy,” she whines adorably, her voice a twist mix of pleasure and pain as I maintain my grip on her tits. “Come with me.”
I do as I’m told and let spray my biggest load yet, filling her channel with my spend as she’s overtaken with a quivering orgasm that causes her thighs to vise around my waist as she hangs on for dear life, the bark of the tree no doubt biting into her back as she pants sexy little moans into my ear. We come down gasping, panting, lost in each other’s eyes, and I remain hard within her as I whisper to her, “I love you, Belle.”
“I love you too, Conrad.”
I take a full breath, filling my lungs with truth, honesty, and the bliss of the moment. I have no idea how we’re going to sort this mess out, or what kind of damage this will cause me in my professional life, but I do know one thing: With Belle by my side, I can do anything. And I cannot wait to begin my life with her.
EPILOGUE
BELLE
Five years later…
I look down at my phone and the little red dot signifying the location of my husband. Conrad installed this app for me when he first went back to work. “This way, I’ll never truly be away from you,” he told me. One look at it makes me feel so much more secure, watching the dot move around, letting me know he’s okay. At the same time, though, it fires me up, gets a hot feeling moving inside of me–that same hot feeling that led to our two children, Jane and Tom.
Once it became official that my wedding to Fitch was off, shit really hit the fan. First, my parents tried contacting me to let me know I had to marry him, but their threats of cutting me off were no longer truly threats. I had Conrad to take care of me, and he let them know that they needed to back off, and if they contacted me again, he would give them a response they would not like. I haven’t heard from or seen them since.
Fitch was also not happy. He felt that being rejected by me, a “woman of inferior birth,” was an insult to his character and made him look bad to all his rich buddies. So he tried confronting me once when I went out on some errands. Little did he know, Conrad was tailing me from a safe distance. He moved in on Fitch with such speed and intensity that I was sure he was going to kill him. But he didn’t. He simply let him know that it was in his own best interest to back off. And he did. I haven’t heard from him either.
I glance up at the security camera in the corner of the room and wink. I know Conrad is watching me now. He’s always watching, monitoring, protecting. Even if he’s not always beside me, I feel safe. He would never let anything happen to me.
I bite my lower lip seductively, twisting my thighs against each other as I lift my shirt to show him my breasts. My nipples are already hard, and I lick my finger and gently circle each of them, wishing it was his tongue. Our sex life is impossibly incredible. Off the charts amazing. Whoever said getting married is a death sentence to life in the bedroom clearly never met us.
My phone vibrates, and I open a text from Conrad that reads: Just wait until I get home.
My center tingles, and I realize how vacant I feel without him inside me. It’s only been since this morning when he left, but now that it’s past dinner and I just put the kids down, I’m reaching desperation mode.
When will that be? I text back.
Soon, he writes. Don’t start without me ;)
Again, I look up at the camera and ever so slowly peel aside my panties to give him just a glimpse of what he has to look forward to when he gets home. I’m already hot just thinking about it. And I run my finger up my slit, wetting it, then close my lips around the tip and suck off my arousal. I can just picture him right now, standing guard, his cock swelling beneath his tight briefs and thick jeans. I know he loves watching me when I’m like this. It gets him so horny, which is just how I want him when he walks through that door.
He and I are the only ones who can get through that door. Only we have the keycards and passcodes requires. Our entire home is like that. As soon as we bought it, Conrad worked with a contractor to turn it into a safehouse–a place where our family would be forever secure. Unharmed.