All Chapters of My Pretty Little Object: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I give her panties a hard tug, forcing them inside her even more and making her gasp and cling to me as her body starts to shake and her whimpers grow louder.“Quiet, baby, or I’m going to have to stop.” “Don’t you dare,” she whisper shouts at me.I give her a wicked grin and tsk at her, earning me an even brattier look that has my cock straining at my pants.“You have no idea of the dominant streak you bring out in me, little one.” I give her clit a hard enough pinch to have her knees buckling as she lets out a breathy gasp and digs her fingers into my shoulders to help keep herself upright.“But you’ll learn, won’t you, baby?”I give her clit a comforting rub, turning all that pain into pleasure, and when I roughly yank on her panties, ripping them easily from her tight, young body, she lets out a soft, “Yes, please yes,” and arches her hips up to me in invitation.“So fucking eager,” I murmur against her skin, kissing a line to her neck. I rub her clit, bringing her closer and clos

I whimper my yes, scratching him with my nails again as he lifts my head so I can suck in a quick breath before he slams back into me again. I give myself over to him completely, letting him use my mouth however he wants. Tears and spit stream down my face, and I don’t give one flying fuck about it. All I care about is the feel of Justin’s cock slamming into me, taking and claiming my mouth as he grunts and groans from the pleasure I’m giving him.My scalp and mouth are on fire from the brutal way he’s handling me, and I relax fully into him, turning into his own private little fuck doll that he can use however he wants.“Fuck,” he groans, thrusting into me even harder. I feel his cock swell even bigger right before he growls, “Swallow,” and I feel the first hot braid of cum hit the back of my throat. Each pulse of his cock sends another shot of seed into me, and when I start to swallow everything he’s giving me, constricting my throat around his head, he groans, “Fucking hell!” and s

I shrug and try my best to look remorseful, but she knows it’s a load of shit, so I settle for saying, “If you didn’t like it, I wouldn’t get off on it,” which is the truth. It’s seeing how damn wet she gets when I spank her ass or hold her down and slam into her that turns me on so much. It’s knowing that she trusts me so completely to fully give herself over to me.“Well, I do like it,” she purrs, getting that mischievous look on her face again. “And I want you to fuck me harder. Show me what the big cock can do. Show me who I belong to.”“Fucking hell,” I groan, already thrusting into her again. I fuck her hard and fast, lost in the feel of her body beneath mine. Her tits bounce with each thrust, her hard nipples drag along my chest, and the wet heat of her tight pussy is unlike anything I’ve ever known. I know I’m not going to last long, but neither is she. I can already feel her body starting to tense. “Justin,” she moans, cupping one hand to the back of my head and pressing agai

I looked at my phone for the time, making a mental note to get a watch. “I need to eat something, and then, we can sit down and discuss what I need to do,” I told him. “I’m ready to get back into shit.”James nodded, and the three of us walked toward the dining room. “Right now, I’ve got some paperwork you can look over.” I shot him a dark look. He only grinned. “But Adrian has a job to do tonight if you want to go with him.”“How is that fucker?” I asked, mentioning one of our good, childhood friends.“That fucker,” Adrian spoke up from behind us, “is just fucking dandy.”With a grin, I turned to face him. We gave each other one-armed hugs, clapping each other on the back. “Good to have you back, man,” Adrian told me. “Tag along with me as much as you fucking want. After ten years, I’m tired of doing your shit,” he joked.“I’ll gladly take my job back if you deal with the paperwork,” I told him. His mouth twisted in disgust at the thought, making me snicker.We stepped into the dinin

He grunted and hung up a moment later before tossing his phone on the chair nearest him and turning to face me. “First, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quietly. His voice was low and gravelly, like he wasn’t used to talking in such a quiet tone. “I would never put my fucking hands on a woman like I did that son of a bitch out there.”I stayed quiet. He gestured to the couch I was sitting on. “You mind if I sit down with you, or would you prefer for me to stay over here?”I swallowed in surprise that he was actually giving me a choice and slowly placed my hand on the couch to show he could sit beside me. He nodded once and strode over, taking a seat near me. He was even bigger up close. The man was pure muscle, his shoulders wide, his arms thick, straining against the sleeves of his t-shirt.He opened his mouth to say something, but a knock sounded on the door. With a growl, he stood up and walked over, flinging the door open. “What, Gemma?” he snapped.She thrust him my contract,