Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Ah, an anal creampie from an anal virgin. The bitch had gotten what she deserved.
10
Alison
I cried after he left me, tears streaming hotly down my cheeks. I buried my head in the pillow and stifled my sobs, my shoulders heaving helplessly as the man showered in the adjoining en suite. How could he sing when I’d just been anally raped?
The truth was that I’d loved it. I loved sex with this man, and nothing had changed despite two years of loneliness and silence apart. I’d ached for him during that time, sometimes waking up in a sweat, my mind reeling with memories of his sweet words and incredible body.
The shower shut off abruptly and I turned away so that Liam couldn’t see my tear-stained face, huddling in a small ball underneath the covers.
“Get up Alison, get dressed,” he ground out, roughly throwing a dress at me. I gasped when I saw that it was the red sequined evening gown he’d bought for me long ago. We’d talked endlessly about our future together, and part of my duties as his girlfriend was to accompany him to various industry events. I’d run away before we’d set foot in public together, determined not to ruin his career with the smear of incest.
But as he opened the closet, I saw that fully half of the closet was still filled with my clothes. He’d never thrown them out! He’d kept them there as a reminder of me, as if hoping one day I would return and take my place by his side. I could see the rows upon rows of clothes he’d bought me, fine silks and satins much too expensive for me to afford.
I slowly got out of bed and slipped the red gown over my naked form. During my pregnancy my boobs had gone up a cup size and never deflated, so I was now a permanent DD. They swelled against the low cut décolletage, pushing firmly against the sequined material. I zipped myself up, lifting my head to see Liam staring at me ravenously once again.
His eyes ravished me from head to toe, as if he hadn’t just fucked me fifteen minutes earlier. I flushed hotly, feeling my cunt tingle. Would I ever become accustomed to this man?
He growled deep in his throat and turned away roughly, fastening his cuff links. “You’re too skinny,” he rumbled.
I almost laughed with relief. Skinny I was not. I’d put on about ten pounds since the baby, and the dress clung lovingly to my new curves, emphasizing the swells of breast and hip.
I reached behind him shyly into the closet and got out a matching red purse and high-heeled shoes. I stepped into them, completing the outfit and stood silently as he finished pulling on his tux jacket. He was so handsome that I nearly swooned, but I chastised myself. “He doesn’t love you,” I reminded myself. “You’re only here because of Georgie.”
Liam hustled me outside into a waiting limo, and I obediently sank into the plush leather.
“Where are we going?” I asked timidly, folding my hands in my lap.
He ignored me, staring out the windows as the cityscape rolled by. The limo slowed, and I saw that we were in front of the University Club, a prestigious private club in the City. The chauffeur helped me out, and I stood uncertainly, unsure what to do next.
Liam took my hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, walking up the steps to the main gate.
“Sir,” said the concierge. “Welcome.”
“Good to see you, Fellowes,” replied Liam. “Where’s the event at?”
“Fourth floor, sir, please proceed this way.”
He shepherded me to the elevators and stood silently, the look on his face ominous as we waited for the elevator. When the doors pinged open, I was greeted by an opulent room, with fresh flowers and crystal chandeliers dripping from the ceiling.
The guests were in fancy dress, the men in tuxes and the women in gowns. Were we at a charity event? I wanted to ask but was determined to keep my silence given that Liam was ignoring me.
A gorgeous brunette rushed over, brushing me aside while kissing Liam on both cheeks, pressing her breasts against his arm. I flushed with a pang of jealousy before controlling myself. Down girl! I commanded. Just because you’ve been celibate for two years doesn’t mean that NYC’s most eligible bachelor has.
“Hi baby,” she drawled. “How’ve you been? Why haven’t I heard from you?” she asked him. Her eyes were the green of emeralds, glinting and hard in her perfectly chiseled face.
“Sabrina,” said Liam smoothly. “May I introduce Alison, my guest for the night?”
“Oh hi,” she pouted. Grudgingly, she acknowledged my presence with an air kiss, her perfume expensive but cloying. Turning back to Liam, she nudged his arm with her breast again. “So honey,” she practically panted. “Where have you been these past two days?”