Page 99 of The Unplanned Wedding

“You haven’t earned it yet.”

Ugh, that menacing, unrelenting edge to his voice makes me faint with need. My pussy clenches in on itself and comes up empty.

“Please, please, Sir,” I pant. “Please. I’ll do anything you want, Sir. Anything.”

“Hmm.” He places his hand over mine and squeezes down. His cock becomes impossibly hard under our joint grasp.

“Do you want that, little July, hmm?”

“You know I do,” I squeak.

“You’ll have to earn it.” He encircles my wrist with his fingers, and when he applies pressure, I release my hold on his cock.

"Tell me how,” I pant. “Please sir, tell me what to do.”

"Unzip me," he growls.

It doesn’t even occur to me to disobey. I lower his zipper, and the r-r-ripping sound feels like someone’s dragging broken glass over my nerve-endings. The hair on the back of my arms rises.

"Take it out," he commands.

I glance down to where the swollen head of his cock peeks out from the waistband of his boxers. And when I slide my fingers around the thick shaft, it jumps. The crown is almost purple, and the girth is so thick, my fingers don’t even meet around it. I swallow. "You’re so big." How did he fit that thing inside of me?

"Squeeze it from base to crown."

I follow his order and watch as precum glimmers at the slit. My mouth waters, and without waiting, I bend over, folding myself in half, and lick it up.

He groans, and a sense of power squeezes my chest. I look up at him. "May I, Sir?"

His grip on me tightens, then he steps back and lowers me to the floor. He shrugs off his jacket, folds it and drops it between us. He pushes down on my shoulder, and I slide down to place my knees on the cushion formed by his jacket. Oh, he was trying to make sure my knees don’t hurt. His gesture is sweet, while the deliberateness of his movements leaves me in no doubt that he’s in control. He threads his fingers through my hair and positions my head so my mouth is in front of his cock.

"Open."

I part my lips, and he places his cock at the rim of my lips. Then he takes my hand and places it on his thigh.

"Anytime you want to stop, tap my leg." His voice is serious, his gaze searching. He’s concerned about my welfare. I realize now, no matter how much this man likes to play, he’ll always put my safety first. And yes, he’ll push me, like I do him—but he’ll always place my needs front and center.

I nod, and some of the tension goes out his shoulders.

"Good girl. Now show your Master how much you want to please him."

42

Knox

Her pupils dilate, she looks up at me with those big brown eyes, and my heart stutters in my chest. The trust in them, the lust, the way she pants with her mouth open—all of it turns my groin to steel. I sense the need in her to please me, and it turns me on so much. That she stood up to me in front of my employees pleases me. She can go toe-to-toe with me when I’m wrong, and I like it. Only she can keep me in check... And I grant her that power.Only her.

She’s stronger than I want to believe. Stronger than I’ve let myself believe. She’s proven herself again, and that gives me the freedom to be myself. To let lose my propensities, my tendencies, my kinks, knowing she can take it. I don’t want to stop myself. I don’t want to pull away from her anymore. I can be me. That’s the gift she’s given me and now, I need to reward her. I may have started out chasing her and wanting to punish her but really, what I want to do is reward her for giving me the gift of freedom.

I tighten my grip on her hair, just enough to hold her in place withouthurting her. Then I thrust forward and slide my cock inside her mouth. I hit the back of her throat, and she gags. Spittle drips from her mouth. She digs her fingers into my thigh but doesn’t tap out. Her eyes grow impossibly large. Then she brings her free hand to my other thigh and grips it. I pull out and allow her to take a few deep breaths before she opens her mouth again. I punch my hips forward and my cock slides in between her teeth. This time, she takes me down her throat. She swallows, and the sucking motions sends a spurt of heat down to my feet and back up to my balls.

"Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful." I take in the tears that slide down her cheeks. Her mascara leaves a trail. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair has long since come free from where she piled it on top of her head. She’s falling apart, and I love the look. I adore the desire in her eyes. The longing in her gaze. The ardor in the way she tips up her chin so my dick slips further down. She gags, and this time, my balls draw up.Fuck.I pull out until I’m balanced on the rim of her mouth, then once again, I punch forward.

This time, I wrap my fingers around her throat, and the sensation of my shaft gliding down the column is too much. My balls draw up. "I’m coming." I empty myself with a low groan. My cum slides down her throat. When I pull out, a few drops cling to the corners of her mouth. I scoop them up and slip my fingers into her mouth. And when she licks them off, heat squeezes my groin again. I feel myself beginning to harden.

I grasp her under her armpits and coax her to her feet. And she looks so adorable, with the craving in her eyes and her mussed-up makeup and swollen lips. I close my mouth over hers. The taste of my cum combined with that of her lips forms an aphrodisiac; the kind I’ll never be able to savor anywhere else.

"You’re gorgeous," I whisper.

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