Page 137 of Wicked Praise


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“Touch your clit again.” Blake ordered, taking her nipple and pinching it.

When she did, Bella screamed. Another orgasm ripping out of her as Blake moved in and out of her tightest channel until his own climax tore out of him.

Holy fucking hell.

Her fingers clawed at the glass and at some point, she felt Blake carry her into the shower.

It was all a blur.

As he lifted her and slid inside her pussy, the water pouring over them, the last thing she remembered hearing was Blake's gravelly voice saying, “Mine. You’re fucking mine forever, Bella.”










CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Light filled the roomearly because they hadn’t pulled the blinds. An easy mistake when you’d made love to the woman you planned to spend the rest of your life with.

For real.

One thing, though, he’d forgotten to tell her.

Well, he hadn’t forgotten. He just didn’t know how. He was better with his cock than his words. Plus, Bella had been drunk as a skunk, so Blake had thought it better to wait until morning when they were both completely sober.

He had a lot to tell her.

Except she wasn’t fucking there.

He sat up and looked around, rubbing his eyes.

“Bella,” his voice croaky.

Fuck.

Blake kicked off the sheets and searched for some pants. He couldn’t find any, so he stomped over to the bathroom to see if she was in there.

No.

Shit.

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