CREIGHTONShe is sweetly submissive and everything I wanted. His inner battle between hesitation and need rages so strongly, I can see it in his eyes. She has my need to own her. . . More than I can remember, I've never wanted to own anything in a long, long time.But that's all the time for introspection because I have a condom on my cock and the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted in front of me begging me to smack her.My brain is short-circuited when she slides a finger down toward her clit and trails it with her thumb.Now that I didn't expect thatOh no, you didn't, girl. Your pussy became mine the second we entered the room. She needs to understand the rules she is playing.“If you ever touch yourself again, I'm going to spank your pussy until I come, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk.Her hand stops, and her eyes widen in shock. The innocent surprise in her eyes is quite possibly the most erotic thing I've ever seen. But as much as I'm loving those eyes, I want h

GWENI look at the diamond on my left ring finger. You could buy the entire trailer park with it. I look at this thing, and I still have money left over to buy a new F-250 to park in front of it.I lean against the plush leather of the limo taking us back to theCaesar Palace, unable to believe the truth, I married him. I'm officially Mrs. Gwen Karas, and tonight is my wedding night, or perhaps to be more accurate, my wedding morning, as it's New Year's Day in Nevada right now too.I look at the man sitting across from me. Creighton Karas.I just married a billionaire. According to the prenuptial agreement I read on the plane during our flight, it made it very clear that those billions are largely to remain his, regardless of the outcome of our marriage. And if things fall apart, I'll have to consult Section 39, subsections (a) to (zz), which lists possible causes of "dissolution" and the accompanying formula, and calculate what I'm going to take away from this union.Almost fifty pag

CREIGHTONFuck if she thinks I'm going to let her get away from me like that, she's crazy. I'll let her get a few steps ahead of me before I follow her into the bedroom.She searches the room, presumably to find the pile of clothes I'd carefully folded after I undressed when we arrived at the hotel. She spots them on the dresser, grabs her jeans and without bothering with panties, pushes one leg up in one motion and pulls them off.“You're not leaving.Gwen's head jerks as she reaches for her bra. Her eyes might as well have been spitting flames from all the heat in them.“Watch me.“That's not acceptable."You mentioned it already." But unfortunately what you didn't mention was the only way this job was for me to give up my career. To give up on my dreams . You won't get it from me. My dreams are all I have left, I have to be patient and I'm not giving them away.I grit my teeth. That's why I was in no hurry to get married again. Because women are completely fucking crazy and irratio

CREIGHTONGwen's pussy tightens on my cock, and I swear to God, lightning is shooting down my spine.My balls clench and I come, filling her with everything I have, screaming the word mine as I come hard.Fuck! I roar like a lion .She collapsed onto the couch, limbs immobile. If it weren't for the moans she's whimpering with pleasure, I would think she was unconscious .If her pussy strangling my cock is any measure, I think she came at least three times. Maybe more. It was all I could do not to fire my charge after half a dozen strokes.Even without the butt plug, her pussy was tight, probably the tightest I've ever had.And that's beyond bad, it manages to spoil me for any other woman.No other pussy will come close to this. I've said this before, and I'll say it again. This woman owns me .Screw this. This woman owns me.I grab my boxer briefs off the floor, using them to pick up the mess as I pull my cock out of it. I could happily stay inside her forever. Get me a phone with end

CREIGHTONI open the door to my apartment at six forty-five at night and have the strangest urge to scream something like honey I'm home . Though after yesterday, I now know there's no guarantee that Gwen will actually be here, despite my threats.She seems inclined to do what she likes, and that's something I'm going to have a hell of a time getting used to. When I give orders, I expect them to be followed, without excitement. But considering how much I enjoy chastising her for her lack of respect, I guess my complaints aren't as intense as they once were.But when it comes to your safety, all bets are off. The idea of her walking around Manhattan alone bothers me more than I would have ever imagined. She doesn't understand that she can easily be a target because of me.Before I can say anything, however, the sound of Gwen strumming the guitar and humming starts and then stops moments later.I walk further into the penthouse and see her sitting cross-legged in the middle of the couch