Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
He leaps off the bed and comes to stand in front of me, pushing a finger into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, and his eyes darken. I release his finger, then we repeat the process when he adds his pinky to my mouth before biting his lip and nodding for me to spread her cheeks again. When he pushes his index finger in her ass and his pinky into her dripping cunt, her little gasp makes my cock ache to be inside her, desire unfurling like fire in my gut and balls.
“Why have one when you can take both?” He grins at me, capturing my lips for a punishing kiss while pumping his fingers into our girl.
“More.” She braces her hands on my hips, lifting her body slightly.
Vance breaks our kiss and snorts. “Such a greedy little slut.” He leans over her ass to dribble his spit down her crease, letting it gather around his finger, still knuckle-deep inside her. Pulling out, he adds a second finger to her ass, and she moans.
“You like me in your ass, Angel?”
“Yes,” she replies instantly.
“Your other gifts first,” I announce, backing her up so his fingers slip free. A smile stretches my lips when she whines like a spoiled princess.
Vance slaps her ass as I walk her down the hallway to the living room, placing her on her feet.
There’s a red stocking filled with a few small gifts we put out last night on the fire mantel, each box complete with red bows—just like the one she wore when I first tasted her. A shiver races up my spine at the memory.
“You really got me gifts?” she says in awe, her spectacular eyes sparkling.
She picks up the stocking, reading the words stitched across the white fur trim.
Good Girl
Vance’s grin surely matches my own as we watch her. She’s naked—my favorite view—with excitement emanating from her.
She takes out the first box, placing the stocking on the coffee table, her eyes dancing over the red bow and her teeth puncturing her plump bottom lip as she rattles it, making Vance wince. Pulling at the ribbon, it flutters to the floor as she tears at the silver paper until she finds the jewelry box beneath. Clicking it open, her green eyes grow wide.
“Jewelry?” She shakes her head, sending her curls bouncing. “No, that’s too much.” Her fingers pluck out the little hooped rings with a diamond cross hanging from each of them.
“They reminded me of your tattoo,” Vance explains, taking an earring from her, clasping her earlobe, and fixing the earring in place before repeating the steps with her other ear. The diamonds capture the light and sparkle. “Perfect.”
His lids become heavy as he watches her strut to the mirror hanging behind the bar where she stands on her tiptoes to peer into it. “Oh my god, they’re so gorgeous, Vance!”
Vance looks to me, and I nod. “That’s one word for it.” I reply, gazing at her. She is beauty personified. My obsession.
“I feel bad,” she pouts. “I didn’t get either of you anything.”
When Vance summons her with an outstretched hand, she strolls back to us, her tits bouncing with her movement, drawing our attention to her rosy budding nipples. He cocoons her in his arms as soon as she’s within reach. “You’re all the gift we need, Angel.”
“Open another,” I tell her, eager to see more excitement on her face and jewels on her body. She should be a fucking model for jewelers everywhere.
Handing her another box, she tears through the ribbon and wrapping paper. When she sees what’s inside, her ass drops to the couch, her mouth falling open.
“These can’t be real.” She winds the diamond necklace through her fingers. It’s a choke chain with a hoop on one end and a cross on the other that’s pushed through the hoop, the arms of the cross preventing the chain from parting. I see her mind ticking, trying to understand how it will hang. My cock is throbbing in beat with my pulse at the images firing through my brain of her wearing it.
Scoffing, Vance takes the chain from her and places it over her head, settling it around her neck before slipping the hoop up the chain a little so the cross sits right between her tits. “We would never cheapen you with anything that wasn’t real, Angel.”
I lean forward, clasping the cross in my grip then tugging until the hoop slides farther up the chain so it pulls taut against her throat. The shock in her eyes combined with the diamond chain digging into her delectable skin awakens every cell inside of me, blood rushing through my veins and tiny hairs lifting all over my skin.
Keeping the cross portion of the chain in my hand, I urge her forward. She has no choice but to oblige, and if her tongue flicking out to dampen her bottom lip is any indication, I don’t think she minds.