Belle studies every inch of my face, looking for the truth. Butthat’s exactly what I just gave her.
And after one long moment, she recognizes that.
Then she unzips my pants and wraps her soft hand around mythrobbing shaft. “f**k me,” she whispers.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I rip her jeans off her legsand press myself to her opening. Then I catch her jaw in onehand so she can look at me and only at me.
“Watch me when I bury myself in you, princess,” I rasp. “Iwant to see the look on your face. I want you to see the lookon mine.”
All she can do is whimper and nod.
I press into her. One inch, three inches, six, eight, all of me.“Good girl,” I whisper to her, still keeping her face clenched inmy grasp. “Taking all of me like such a good girl.”
She bites at
