God of Pain (Legacy of Gods #2)(137)

“Not here, Creigh.”

“Why not?”

“Everyone is waiting for dessert.”

“Everyone can come get it themselves.”

“They’re right outside.”

“They’re preoccupied.”

I pull her behind me into one of the storage rooms and she yelps when I push her onto the table and fling the dress to her hips.

“You’re always walking around with pretty little dresses that beg to be removed.” I tug on her underwear, ripping it. “And these fucking things that keep me from my pussy.”

A moan is the only reply I get and she doesn’t fight or protest when I take the glass of ice cream from her hand. It isn’t until I spill it all over her pussy that she gasps, arching off the table slightly to stare at me from the shock of it.

“What are you doing?” she whimpers even as her pupils dilate.

“Eating dessert.” And then I’m devouring her. I lick every drop of ice cream off her folds and swallow the taste of chocolate that’s mixed with her arousal.

Annika writhes, pants, and demands more as her fingers get lost in my hair. Once I’m done licking up every drop while slapping her arse now and again, she comes undone, squirting against my mouth. This time, she doesn’t pause or hide as she drenches my face.

I taught her to never be ashamed of her pleasure with me, that she can take everything and more.

Just like she licks every drop of me when she sucks me off, I drink her, my cock becoming rock-fucking-hard as she chants my name.

Then when she’s still riding her orgasm, I pull her up so she’s sitting and bury myself in her to the hilt, until my groin slaps against hers. I grunt and she moans while flooding my dick with her arousal.

Her head tips back, eyes half closed. One hand on her hip, I catch her jaw with the other and direct it to where we’re joined. “Look at how I fuck you. Do you see how your cunt was made for me? It’s mine, isn’t it?”

“Yours…” she whimpers, watching me fucking her with absolute fascination.

And I swear my dick hardens further the more she releases those noises and tries to adjust herself to take me all in.

She still struggles with my size sometimes because she’s too tiny and I’m too big, but I have all sorts of toys to prep her, to make her enjoy this as much as I do.

There are no toys now, and she’s fully lubricated, but the slight pain is her aphrodisiac. She’s a glutton for pain, my Annika, just like I’m a glutton for inflicting it.

So I bite her throat. “Such a good girl. Come for me.”

She does, shattering around my cock, milking it and grinding against me.

I go for a few more strokes, fast, hard, and absolutely animalistic. I break her with my cock, but she takes everything I dish out and more. Then the words that are my undoing spill out of her lips like a chant.

“I love you, Creigh, I love you.”

I come then, hard and long and with a deep grunt that anyone on the other side of the door could hear.

Once I’ve emptied inside her, I hold her against me and whisper, “I love you, too.”

She sighs into my neck, her breathing fluttering against my skin, and we remain like that for what seems like an hour.

When we pull apart, I can’t resist fucking my cum back into her cunt, making her whimper and release soft moans.

“One day, you’re going to marry me and let me fill this cunt with my babies, aren’t you, Annika?”

Her breath hitches as she rocks against my hand, her arousal coating me. “We’re still too young for marriage.”

“Age is just a number, and you’ll marry me, Annika. I’m the only one you’ll marry, right?”

She sighs. “You are.”

“Good.” I grin. “It’s time I turn my threat to your father into a reality.”

“You’re so bad.” She strokes my cheek but is smiling. “But my kind of bad.”

“And you’re my very good girl.”

She shudders at that, and I kiss her lips, sealing our future.

Then I take a picture to post as a reminder for the whole world.



THE END