Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Aurora Maren,” he says, taking my hand. “Will you do me the honor of dating me?”
Evangeline lets out a half laugh, half sob. A cry of pure joy escapes me as more tears flow down my cheeks, but these are happy tears.
“Yes!”
He leaps to his feet and pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately. When he stops, I sense the hunger in him, knowing he only stopped because his grandmother is in the room with us.
CHAPTER 32
RAIDEN
Two days after the chaos with Sebastian, my Aurora is standing in mouthwatering lingerie in the middle of my bedroom. I sit in the corner, a contract on the arm of the chair, my manhood hard as my precome-slick end pushes against my zipper.
My gaze roams over her voluptuous body, the pushup bra emphasizing her breasts, the stockings hugging her mouth-watering juicy legs.
My body is aching as I watch her move from side to side, her hands on her hips.
“Is this what you require, sir?”
My hand strays down my body, toward my stiff cock to relieve some of the ache. She shakes her head gently, then murmurs, “Nah-uh, you know you’re not allowed to touch yourself until I say so.”
I look down at the contract: a fake contract, just for this moment, for our desire.
Sir won’t touch himself until his plaything gives her permission… and Sir’s plaything will do everything in her power to drive him wild.
I shudder as she turns around, showing me her ass in the thong, her round plumpness turning me into a wild thing. I’m panting hard, struggling to stay seated.
Two days since the chaos, two days of being together, of bonding, of growing closer.
Two days of touching her and becoming even more addicted than I already was.
Sir will not stand and approach his plaything until she gives him permission.
Gripping the arms of the chair, I wonder if it’s possible for me to just explode in my pants. She bends over, shifting her hips from side to side, her underwear hugging her sex tightly, the thin strip of fabric over her slit already wet.
Candles are lit all around us, with a light wind blowing outside, not storm level, but not calm either. She looks at me over her shoulder.
“Do you have any commands, sir?”
“Let me get up. Let me touch you. Let me own you.”
She purses her lips. I know she wants me to do it as badly as I do, as badly as I need to do it.
“Not until I say so, remember? Or didn’t you read the contract?”
I bite down to stop from letting out a primal howl. Thoughts like that would’ve seemed absurd once upon a time, but not anymore. My heart is thundering as tension stiffens my thick manhood.
She reaches between her legs, still bent over, still showing me her plump and perfect ass, and rubs her hand over her core.
My mind clouds as I struggle to maintain control.
“You want me, don’t you?” she moans. “You want to touch me, hmm, sir? You want to own me. But you keep forgetting something… something that has been true since the start. I own you.”
I jump to my feet. I can’t stop myself. The contract symbolically falls to the floor. She gasps as I rush across the room to her, take her by the hips, and drive my crotch against her bare ass.
Hunger floods me, my balls pulsing, my body aching, as I grind up against her. She holds herself up on the bed and rocks her hips in time with mine, looking at me over her shoulder, a mouthwatering pout on her lips.
“Fuck,” she whimpers. “You’re breaking the rules.”
“That’s why it feels so good.”
I tear down my pants. My cock springs up, glistening with precome in the mood lighting. She turns, falls to her knees.
I stare down, mesmerized, unable to move.
“You’re not in charge,” she murmurs, grabbing my shaft, pulling a gruff, deep groan out of me. “You were never in charge. You know that, right?”
“Fuuuuuck.”
She moves her hand slickly up and down my shaft, spreading precome from my root to tip. At the same time, she slips her hand between her legs, rubbing her needy pussy, staring up at me with those wide tempting eyes as she rides her hand.
She knows how much I love this. Need this. Knows how obsessed it makes me.
“Suck,” I groan. “Now.”
“Nah-uh, sir. Be patient.”
She keeps stroking, hand moving faster each moment, hot tension surging through me.
“Suh-suck,” I snarl.
“How about a kiss, sir?”
With her hand never stopping, she leans up and kisses the tip of my cock.
I can’t take it anymore.
“You’re forgetting who’s in charge,” I growl, sliding my fingers through her hair and guiding my dick to her mouth.
She opens her mouth and moans as I slide my cock into her mouth, over her tongue, and to the back of her throat. She makes a gorgeous gagging noise, then I slip out, not pushing too far, just far enough to make our moans join in a unified song of pleasure.