AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’ll get another job if I want. Money isn’t an issue for me, as you know. I love taking photographs, and that doesn’t have to stop just because I don’t work for The Rolling Stone. I can take freelance down the road if we decide it works for us, or I can take pictures for pleasure. Regardless, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy.”
“And your mother? Can you really walk away from her?”
He counters my question with one of his own. “Can you really walk away from Papa Rich?”
“It’ll be hard,” I admit.
“And it will be hard for me. But it’s something we have in common. We won’t be the first couple to have to deal with toxic parents and figure out how to handle that. They both deserve to be in jail, and hopefully that happens.”
“So where do we go?” I ask.
“Do you still want the desert?” he asks, clearly thinking of locations.
I shake my head. “No. I like what you said earlier about living in the mountains. Being up here in the trees… this place makes me happy. Could we maybe find a place nearby? I don’t mean living off the grid, but maybe a small mountain town?”
He tightens his hold on me and kisses me on the neck again. “I love that idea. A cabin with a wood stove and a carved bear out front.”
“Just ours.”
“Yes,” he agrees. “Just ours.”
“Someplace that they can’t reach us. Never again.”
“Never again.”
I spin around and press my lips to his, instantly feeling the fire ignite inside me. Funny how hope for a good future acts like an aphrodisiac.
“We’re all alone,” I whisper seductively. “Just you and me. We don’t have to be quiet.” I nibble his lip and lower my hand to his crotch, which is already hard to the touch. “We can be loud. We can be very, very loud.”
“Careful,” he playfully warns. “You’re awakening the beast.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be careful,” I say as I dip my fingers down his pants and lightly caress his pubic hair. “I happen to like the beast.”
“Take off your clothes,” he orders.
Without hesitation, something I know the alpha in him expects—immediate compliance—I stand back and, with as much grace as I can muster, remove each item as seductively as I can. I know we aren’t in the sexiest environment, but I want to please him. I want him to feel the desire I have inside for him. I can’t give him lingerie and high heels, but I can give him complete surrender.
Christopher sits back on the wooden table, crosses his arms against his chest, and gives a wolfish grin. I get the feeling he’s enjoying what he sees.
“Stand naked before me,” he commands once all my clothes are removed.
I do so without protest, loving the sense of seductive power I feel from doing such a simple act.
“Turn in a circle and allow me to see that ass of yours.”
I do as he says, turning my back to him, feeling his eyes burn against my skin.
“Spread your legs wide.” I comply. “Bend over so I can see you on full display.”
I pause for a moment—forcing myself to block out the dark memories of what that command would bring in my past—but do as he asks, knowing my future is so much better.
“Spread your cheeks for me. I want to see the hole that I plan to claim.”
My heart beats hard against my heaving chest, but I reach behind and pull apart the fleshy mounds of my ass. The cold breeze of the chapel caresses the most intimate of spots, sending shivers down my spine and over every inch of bare skin.
I remain in position and feel a drop of arousal run from my pussy to my thigh. I can smell my desire, and though I know his eyes are feasting on the sight before him, I can’t help but feel a mixture of humiliation and desire in my stance. The push and pull of the two emotions seems to drive my need for more even higher.
I hear his footsteps approach. I remain in position, determined to stay that way until he gives the command to move.
I flinch slightly when I feel his palm on my ass. “Keep them spread,” he growls.
I’ve come to recognize the sound of his voice that means my body will pay the price in the most wicked and delicious of ways. He morphs into a beast, and I know exactly the tone.
I hear it now.
“I want to fuck your ass. I want my cock buried in this tight little hole.”
My heart beats so hard I can feel the pulse in my temples. I swallow back the lump in my throat, trying not to break the position I know he wants me to hold.
“I don’t have lube,” he says. “So, I’m going to fuck this ass with your juices alone.”
