Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
The football player obviously wants in because he notches his dick at my girl’s asshole.
“Sweetheart,” he growls. “That toy’s not going to get you off, but this huge fuckshaft will.”
Even as my gut wrenches, I know that I can’t do anything. After all, this is exactly what we came for. Freya wanted her freedom and here we are. She’s about to get fucked by another man, and my hands are tied. I shouldn’t step in, even if my brain feels like it’s about to burst from the worst headache ever.
But then, Freya’s eyes pop open and she stares at me, her gaze wide and horrified. Immediately, my beautiful girl sits up, knocking that huge cock from her back hole with one hand.
“Oh no,” she cries out. “I can’t! Because I need him,” she says, pointing straight at me.
My reaction is immediate. I push the football player out of the way even though he likely weighs fifty pounds more than my already athletic form, and take my rightful place at my girlfriend’s asshole.
“Are you sure?” I whisper harshly. “Because once I do this, you’re mine, Freya. No more beating around the bush. No more of this “no-strings-attached” bullshit. Once I do this, you’re mine.”
But it’s obvious that Freya’s had a change of heart and realized the same thing too because she leans forward, bracing her weight on her shoulders before reaching both hands back to pull her cheeks apart for me.
“Yes,” she whispers, nudging my cock with her asshole. “This belongs to you. I belong to you, Mark.”
Then, I push in as stars explode before my eyes because this is the final consummation of our love. Freya, the baby, me, a secret sex party, and most of all, my cock in her ass, and her utter capitulation to my demands. Freya has finally realized what’s right for her and her submission is the sweetest thing I’ve ever experienced.
With a roar, I claim her in front of everyone in the ballroom. My frenzied pumps into her back door are so violent that the couch skids forward with every thrust. Her moans and screams drown out others as her breasts sway wildly, the nipples pink and stiff for all to see. But most of all, people witness our climax: Freya’s asshole contracting violently on my staff as I roar repeatedly, pumping her backdoor full of my white, frothy seed, marking her with everything that I have.
Yes, this woman belongs to me, and now, all is right with the world. After all, we came to this party with the intention of going our separate ways. Freya was hellbent on showing the world that we’re sex-positive, sex-forward, sex-friendly, and all that bullshit that psychologists like to toss around. But in the end, we couldn’t put the pedal to the metal because all we want is each other. This beautiful brunette is mine, and now that the matter’s been settled, she’ll never say no again.
EPILOGUE
Freya
* * *
A year later.
Spike sleeps peacefully in his bassinet as I rub soothing circles on his small back. My baby boy is the cutest thing with his dark lashes and rounded cheeks, and I never imagined I could be so in love. In fact, this isn’t the life I had planned for myself at all because it’s better.
I giggle quietly, enjoying the afternoon sun as Mark and his friend James chat idly on the back patio. I thought that I’d be all alone here in my house, with just me and my son. In fact, I thought that that’s what I wanted. Being a single mom was going to be tough, but I’m a woman who prides herself on integrity and was determined to stick to my path.
But then Mark Fierceton entered my life, and everything changed. He made me see that it’s okay to deviate from pre-set plans, and that even more, sometimes you’re better off for it. As a result, we live together now, and it’s a loving relationship. He’s moved into my home permanently, and his house next door is up for sale. Meanwhile, we’ve also become a committed couple, and to be honest, sometimes it’s hard for me to remember why I was so resistant at first. After all, my man’s utterly gorgeous, makes a good living, and dotes on both me and my son. Mark’s a godsend, and I’m luckier than most women out there.
But at the moment, his co-worker James from the fire department is over for lunch, and I listen with interest to their conversation. After all, when Mark revealed that he not only knows what the Circle is, but also serves on their High Table, I was shocked.
“Are you serious?” I whispered, not long after our interlude at the castle. “So you’ve always frequented sex clubs? Even when you were back in Sansome?”
Mark shrugs.