Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“You want her to see you?” I glare up at him.
“She won’t see anything if your mouth is wrapped around my cock like it’s supposed to be. If anything, she’ll realize this cock is yours to take care of. No one else’s.” Oh god. What is he doing to me?
I watch as he pulls his jeans down a bit before his cock springs free. I’m so worked up the second it’s out of his pants I have my mouth wrapped around him. The sweet saltiness of him lights up my world.
“You're greedy for Daddy in your mouth.” His hand grips my hair and pulls me free. “You want this cock all to yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises before he guides me by my hair back to his hard length.
I dig my nails into his legs as I suck him all the way to the back of my throat. I gag a few times before I start to get the hang of it, but his groans of approval make me more than eager.
“Ready for your reward, little girl?” I moan around his cock. “Fuck, I can’t hold back.”
A loud groan comes from him as he spills deep down my throat. I don't stop sucking, wanting every last drop as I circle the head with my tongue, making sure I get it all. I try taking him all the way in my mouth again, but he pulls me up onto the sofa. I really am greedy for him.
He bends me over onto my knees with my ass high in the air.
“I love my mark on you.” He rubs the cheeks of my ass while I’m open and ready for him.
“Daddy, please. I need you.”
“I’ve got you.” His hands leave me, and I want to cry out, but then his mouth is there.
I look down between my thighs, seeing he came up through them, and I rock against his face. I push myself down into his mouth as he greedily eats me. I’m already so close, but I fight it, not wanting this to ever end. But there is no holding back when his fingers take over my clit as he licks all the way down my slit. His tongue presses into the tight ring at my backside, and I scream out, coming undone. Black spots dance in my eyes as the orgasm takes me, and everything in my body lets go. I’m limp and weak, but when I finally come to, I see I’m in Dutch’s lap. He’s holding me close as he brushes his thumb back and forth against my lips.
“You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of,” he says, and I kiss the pad of his thumb.
The overhead speaker comes on, and the flight attendant begins to speak. It reminds me that he gave an order for no one to disturb us when we’d gotten on board. I guess I’d forgotten that in the heat of the moment.
“We will be landing soon. Did you need anything else, Mr. Dutch?” the lady asks.
“No.” He keeps his eyes trained on me. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”
Chapter Fourteen
DUTCH
The bank in Germany is unlike any of the ones I’ve been to before. I’ve got my own fortune amassed over years of taking dangerous jobs and good investments. But this bank is for royalty. I never considered Iris to be that until now, and it suits her. There is something regal about the way she moves, and I want her to be on my arm.
If it wasn’t obvious before, the more time we spend together, the more I know we’ll never be apart. I’m not sure the moment I fell in love with her, but I think it might have been the first time I saw her. Those golden eyes entranced me, and I’ve been under her spell ever since. Maybe she’s not royalty; maybe she’s a witch.
It doesn’t matter what title she’s given, she’ll always be my little bit. My feisty kitten that likes to show her claws while she rolls on her back and lets me pet her. She’s taken me by surprise in the best way possible and turned my world upside down. Since we left the train, I’ve been making moves, and after she signs these documents, it will be time to bind us together forever.
As I hold her hand, we climb the marble stairs to the large iron doors ahead. They open silently on their own as we step into the marble atrium. An older woman dressed in a black suit comes over and holds out her hand.
“You must be Anna Dian. I’m Ivanna and I’ll be assisting you today.” She turns to me and smiles. “And you must be Dutch.”
She inclines her head but makes no move to shake my hand. I can’t blame her; most people are afraid to shake hands with someone as large as I am. Hearing Iris called Anna is strange, but I guess it doesn’t matter. To me she will always be little bit or my little girl.