Page 87 of The Ruler
“Can Ibiteyour ass though?” I asked and gently bit her.
“No, you can’t bite me either,” she said, appalled.
“Not even like this?” I did it again and she arched back.
My hand slid up and down her thighs and ass and hungrily I turned her around, pulling off her dress to admire her naked body.
“If I marry you, I want you to respect me and be gentle to me.”
“I respect you,” I said mischievously, “But I don’t think you really want me to be gentle.” Before she could protest, I pushed her down to sit on the bed. “If you wanted gentle,” I said and opened my pants, “you would have hooked up with a man back home.”
She was looking up at me, her mouth slightly open, her pupils dilated.
“You don’t want gentle, Pearl, you wantme.”
She swallowed hard and didn’t protest when I lifted her thighs and lowered myself inside her. The bed was the perfect height for me to stand up and take her.
Pearl leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows, her eyes fixed on my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Play with your tits,” I told her and almost came when she did.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I moaned and pushed hard inside her, then out. “Turn around.”
She did as told and I couldn’t resist slapping my cock against her ass.”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m spanking you with my cock,” I teased. “You said I couldn’t spank you when we’re married, so I wanted to make sure I did it before.”
“That’s not spanking,” she said. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“No? Then what about this?” I gave her a quick slap with my palm and she jerked.
“You’re a beast,” she said and looked back at me with fire in her eyes.
I grinned. “I know, but I’myourbeast.”
Pearl couldn’t hide her smile.
“That’s right, babe, you can pretend to be a good girl all you want but I know differently,” I whispered and drove into her hard and deep.
I took her in every position I’d fantasized about over the two months she had slept on my sofa, and yanked her hair back in a tight hold when we came together in a powerful orgasm.
When we lay panting on the bed afterwards, I played with her long blonde hair, rolling it around my finger.
“Pearl.”
“Yeah?”
“You know you’ll say yes, right?”
She lifted her head and looked at me. “What makes you so sure?”
“Because of how I feel when I’m with you. If you feel even remotely the same, then you have no choice,” I concluded.
“It’s crazy,” she said softly.
“Yeah, and amazing at the same time.”
