Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
She inhaled sharply, causing her tits to bounce under the fabric. Slowly, she opened her legs and looked down as I slipped my entire hand down the front of her panties.
“Madeline, your pussy is already wet,” I said as my fingers slid into her with ease.
“Yes,” she breathed. “You were being possessive.”
I grinned. “But you were mad at me when I was being possessive.”
She closed her eyes tightly as I began to pump my fingers in and out of her. “My body doesn’t care when I’m mad at you. Even when I thought I hated you, it didn’t care.”
My dick throbbed in my pants. “You’re telling me this pussy got wet for me, even back when I was mean to you?”
She nodded her head.
“If I’d known that, I’d have fucked you in the damn pantry at Garrett’s house and sent Trev upstairs with his snacks alone.”
She let out a laugh and opened her eyes.
“Can you fuck me now?” she asked.
I’d planned on just getting her off, then tasting her, but not now. My girl wanted my dick, then she was going to get it.
I grabbed the edges of her panties and pulled them down until they fell to her ankles. “Kick them off, but leave those heels on,” I told her.
She did as I’d said. I unzipped my pants and got my throbbing cock out. Picking her up, I turned and laid her down on the long boardroom table they kept in the clubhouse for meetings. She bent her knees and opened her legs. Those fucking heels right there in my face. I grabbed her foot and kissed her ankle while she watched me.
“Where’s my bite mark?” I asked her, looking at her neck.
“Gina is magical with makeup,” she replied, sounding breathless.
I wanted to see it, but I knew we were going back into that ballroom after this, and it would embarrass her. She’d dealt with enough tonight.
I removed my pants and boxers, then climbed over her, running my hands down her inner thighs. More men than I wanted to think about were going to jack off, thinking about taking her out of this dress tonight. But it would only be my dick getting to sink in this pussy. That gave me some comfort. Not enough. But some.
I slid in slowly, savoring it. She arched her back and pressed deeper until my balls slapped against her wetness.
“Mine,” I growled, and the crazed madness I’d felt earlier when she walked in with Trev’s hand on her back roared to life.
Like a wild animal, I needed to claim what was mine. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her to me and began to fuck her hard and fast.
“Oh God!” she cried as I pounded into her, wanting to make her sore. Needing her pussy to know who owned it. “BLAISE!”
“Does that hurt? I want it to hurt! I want my pussy to be fucking bruised. No man touches this. You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she agreed and arched her back.
She liked the pain. My naughty girl was enjoying it. Fuck, she made me insane.
“FUUUCK!” I shouted, feeling my release building. “Come for me, baby. I want that pussy to soak my dick.”
She screamed my name and grabbed at my legs as her body jerked with the pleasure of her orgasm. Watching her sent me over the edge, and I buried myself as deeply as I could as I shot into her, filling her with my cum. Wanting her pussy to be wet with it tonight.
When other men looked at her, I’d know my semen was between her thighs.
Thirteen
Madeline
When we walked back into the house three hours later, I was exhausted. Blaise hadn’t taken his hand off me all night. I’d been introduced to so many people that I would never remember all their names.
“Is Trev still alive?” Gina asked from the sofa, where she sat with a beer and a bowl of popcorn.
“Yes,” Blaise replied.
“You didn’t kill Garrett, did you?” she asked, frowning.
“No,” he said.
“I hope someone videoed you when she walked in, looking like that, on Trev’s arm,” Gina said, then tossed a piece of popcorn in her mouth and grinned.
“Fuck off,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me through the living room.
“Good night to you too,” she called out.
We went directly to his door.
“I’m going to let you sleep for a while, but if you wake up with my face between your legs, understand that I’m feeling real fucking territorial right now. Too many men enjoyed looking at you in that damn dress tonight.”
I walked past him and down the stairs while he locked the door. “My panties were wet with your cum all night. That should have made you feel better.”
“It helped. It also made me fucking horny.”
I laughed. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I slipped the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor before stepping out of it, and I continued to walk in nothing but my panties and heels.