Page 157 of The Assignment: Room 3

“Yes, Master. Please let me suck your cock. I’ll be a good girl.”

I circle her before nestling my cock between her legs. Gripping her thighs, I take her in one hard thrust, seating myself to the hilt. “I think you will enjoy it more when you taste your arousal on my dick. You’re fucking soaked. Does it turn you on to know everyone in this room is watching you take my cock like a whore?”

“Yes, Master.” She feels so fucking good I can barely keep it together long enough to tease her. Her pussy tightens around me, our bodies a perfect fit for each other. She moans in pleasure as I take her hard, the evidence of her arousal coating my dick as I pull out, leaving us both wanting more. Circling her again, I stop in front of her.

“Look at me, pet.” She looks up at me through hooded lashes, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to throw her over my shoulder and take her to our playroom.

“Do you want to taste yourself, Helena?” Her smile is downright sinful.

“Yes, Master.” My cock glistens with the evidence of her arousal.

“Open wide, pet.” Sliding my dick into her mouth, she groans as she takes all of me, fucking gagging on it as she starts to work her tongue, circling the tip and driving me fucking wild.

“You’re mine, Helena Maxwell. My whore, my sub…” A shudder runs through me as her moans send vibrations down my cock. “My everything.”

Everyone else fades into the background, leaving only us. When I’m on the edge, I pull out, the need to claim her body as mine overand over again driving me to a level of ecstasy I’ve never experienced with anyone else.

“Stand up.” When Helena comes for me for the first time as my fiancée, I won’t share that moment with anyone. Her pleasure is mine, and my pleasure belongs to her. Sweeping her off her feet, I carry her to our playroom, setting her down before we go inside so I can see her reaction.

“Master.” Her eyes well with tears. “It’s so beautiful.” The room is filled with flowers, a paradise to rival the hanging gardens of Babylon, and yet it pales in comparison to the woman before me.

“I love you, pet, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve.”

“Make love to me, Master Navarro.”

“Until my dying breath.”

Epilogue

FLEX

Today is the day I marry the woman of my dreams, and my little bear legally becomes my daughter.

“Is my tie straight?” I turn to Dalton, who finds my current predicament hilarious.

“It’s not your tie you need to worry about. How hard were you fucking last night? Your hair looks like Helena was holding onto you for dear life.”

“She was… this morning before I left. Your wife and Freya didn’t kick me out until nine, so I had some time to remind Helena exactly why she’s marrying me in case she got cold feet.”

“Drag a comb through it or something. It is giving freshly-fucked styling right now.”

“That’s exactly how she likes it,” I say with a shit-eating grin.

“I can’t believe you’re actually getting married today.”

“No Venom jokes in your best man’s speech. I don’t need my new mother-in-law finding out all the ways I defile her daughter on a daily basis.”

“I guess I better start rewriting it then. I was planning to talk about the night you guys embarked on your journey to the altar. You interrupted a scene while she was getting herselfoff, and then let her ride your face like a champion rodeo rider.”

“A good old-fashioned fairy tale if ever I heard one.”

My heart is hammering in my chest, my nerves getting the best of me.

“You okay, bro? You’re looking a little pale.” Dalton is enjoying this entirely too much.

“Do you have the rings?”

“For the thousandth time, yes.”

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