Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
But I remain still for her. She needs to relish these moments. I refuse to rush them.
Finally, after countless minutes, I hear the words I’ve been waiting for:
“You may kiss the bride.”
“You’re all mine, Mrs. Evans.” I haul my beautiful wife against me and kiss her. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days loving you.”
CHAPTER 12
Liam
Marrying Charley is the greatest decision I’ve ever made. Nothing tops being her husband.
She brought me back to life when we were teens and when we were adults. I always thought the notion of soulmates was ludicrous, but now I’m a believer. Her love has been a baptism, a rebirth. Because of her, I now see life as so much more.
I stand in the doorway and watch as my wife combs out her long, dark hair in the mirror. I don’t want her to see me. That would defeat the purpose of my surprise. A surprise she’s mentioned she wants, but I’ve been too uncertain to give her. Until now. I figure it’s a fitting one-month anniversary gift.
The music from the speakers allows my steps to go unheard, and when Charley finally spots me, it’s too late.
I wrap my hand around her throat before she can turn around. The towel falls from her body, and her eyes widen in shock.
“My pretty whore cleaned herself for me. It’s too bad that I’m about to make you utterly filthy.”
“No, please don’t hurt me,” Charley pleads.
I push back the urge to stop. No is not the word for stop. Neither is stop. Charley knows what to say, and I need to trust that she’ll say it.
My hand moves to the back of her head, and I push her down against the counter. “Part your legs, bitch.”
“Make me.”
My lips twitch at her response. My girl has been waiting a long while for this moment.
I kick her feet apart, causing her to lose her footing. I ignore my urge to check if she’s okay. Instead, my hand glides down her back to her round ass.
“Spread your ass cheeks.”
“Fuck you,” Charley spits.
I grab her unplugged curling iron and tap her ass. “Listen, slut, if you don’t do as you’re told, I’m going to plug this in and fuck your ass raw.”
Charley moans as she grips her ass cheeks and spreads them for me, showing off her butt plug.
I place the curling iron back on the counter and slap the end of the plug. “What’s this? You’re a disgusting whore, aren’t you? Only little sluts insert plugs in their ass while they do their makeup.” My fingers twist in her hair before I yank and pull her flush against me. “Are you in heat, bitch? Is that why you’re acting like a slut?”
“No,” she moans.
I grab her hair claw and pinch her nipple with it. “Don’t lie to me, slut! Only whores walk around with plugs in their ass. Pathetic fuck holes begging for someone to ram their asshole and stuff them full of cum.”
“Please, no, don’t hurt me.”
“Don’t worry, little girl, no one’s going to hurt you as long as you do what you’re told. Now get on your knees and take out my cock.”
When Charley doesn’t move, I yank her hair so hard that she has no choice but to fall to her knees.
“That’s a good girl. So pretty on your knees for me, where you belong. Remember, doll, you’re nothing but my toy. Do as you’re told, and you won’t get hurt. Now unzip my pants.”
Charley grabs my zipper, and I immediately pull her hair.
“Not like that, pup. Good bitches don’t use their hands. Use your teeth.”
Charley looks up at me before leaning forward and taking the tab of the zipper between her teeth.
“You’re lucky I left them unbuttoned, aren’t you, slut?” I tap her cheek as a gentle reminder when she doesn’t answer. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“Yes,” she whispers
“Little fuck holes like you address their superiors as sir. Try again, cum dump.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl! Keep going. You’re not done yet.”
Charley’s eyes lock onto mine, a predatory glint in their depths. The air crackles with silent tension, a mixture of anticipation and debauchery. With a sharp tug, she drags down the front of my trousers, her movements deliberate and focused. The material yields slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She crawls around me on her knees, and her teeth find the back of my waistband. This time, the descent is quicker, bringing my pants to my knees.
“Good doggy! I think you deserve a little treat for your trick. Crawl back and see what Daddy has for you.”
Charley comes back and faces me. Her face is now level with my throbbing dick.
“Go on, open that pretty mouth, nice and wide for me.”
“Please, no. Don’t make me.”
I grip her hair and I tilt her head back as I lean forward, getting right in her face. “I own you, bitch. I can make you do whatever I want. This is me going easy on you. Talk back again, and I’ll take you out on the street and let any man who looks at you dump a load in one of your holes. You’ll be the town dump, Charley. A receptacle for cum. Don’t test me, whore. You won’t like what I am capable of.”