Font Size:  

She taps her finger against her chin, looking up in contemplation.

TAP!

I bite my lip to stop my groan.

“I’m thinking… I’ll need you to go down on meseveraltimes a day.”

Bloody oath. Now we’re talking.

She grabs my cock again, working it slowly in her hand.

“And, of course, we’ll need to fuck daily as well.”

She emphasizes this last by flicking her tongue across the head of my dick.

God.

“But more importantly,” she says, eyes still glued to my cock, “I want—”

“FUCKING WANKER!” I scream, the evil monk hitting a particularly sensitive spot.

I’m pretty sure this prick is intentionally trying to ruin this for me.

“I want you to fucking beg me, Lock.”

Fuck it.

“Oh, I’ll fucking beg—”

“I want you toneedme—”

“What I need is—”

“Need my cunt, Lock. Need my mouth.”

“I’ll need you as often as I can fucking get you, you little—”

“Ache for me. Come for me. Give it to me, Lock!”

“Marry me!” I growl, and that’s when it happens. I blow my fucking load—and I spray it all over Sammi’s gorgeous face. All the while, I’m repeating that line. Over and over again, until I’m not even thinking about the words. “Marry me, Sammi. Just fucking marry me!”

Well, that wipes the laugh from her face.

With the amount I just came, she’ll have a lot more than just laughter to wipe off her face now.

I know I’ve just said something crazy. I know it’s ridiculous.

I don’t regret it a fucking lick.

In fact, never have words felt better in my mouth.

The god-awful tapping finally comes to a stop, and with it, the pain.

The monk says something that I take to mean he’s done.

I don’t even spare him a glance.

Sammi’s looking at me, her eyes different than I’ve ever seen them.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like