Page 115 of Bared Betrayal

Win or lose our little game, she is getting that special treat tonight. I hope she accepts it. It’s taken me days to find the right one. I ended up giving up and just had it commissioned. It’s a one-of-a-kind, and if she agrees, she will be mine forever.

She is panting now. The drying paint is loosening as her body is sweating.

“Are you going to win, baby?” I tease as I press into her G-spot.

“Yes, sir,” she grits.

“Hmm, we will see. I desperately want to see my cum paint this pretty face of yours.”

Her cunt tightens around my fingers as I say that. Her thighs are quaking, and little mews are coming from her lips. She is right there and fighting it with everything she has.

I can hear the people in the crowd moaning. Most of them are filling their own women’s mouths or cunts with cum.

“You should see all the men’s faces, baby girl. Half of them already blew their loads down their pets’ throats.”

The timer buzzes. Three minutes.

I remove my fingers, toss the bullet to the floor, and pull my cock out, already dripping with precum. She cries out when I spear inside her drenched pussy, hitting her core, stretching her walls around my swollen girth. She’s so fucking wet that I almost cream her cunt with the first thrust.

“Come,” I order, and she comes hard against me, gushing all around my shaft as she clenches down with each powerful pulse. I join her with a growl as my orgasm explodes into her, giving a few more final thrusts, making sure every last drop of my cum is drained into her tight pussy.

The glass walls frost, and I wrap my arms around Kallie’s waist, pulling her down to the floor with me. “You were so perfect tonight.”

We lie there together, drenched in sweat and cum. I can feel the satisfaction radiating off her. This woman is my one of a kind. She’s become the reason for every goddamn breath I take.

She looks up at me, her face flushed and breathing heavily. Her eyes are sparkling with contentment. “I love you, Gabriel.”

My heart constricts. I’ll never get used to hearing her say those words. It sounds surreal every time. I kiss her softly, savoring the sweet taste of our loving union. “I love you, too, Kallie.”

I lean to the side, reaching for the little black box I had placed just out of sight, then place it on my knee.

She lifts her head, blonde wisps of hair falling over her eyes. “What is that?”

“Open it.”

Kallie takes the box, her fingers running over the smooth velvet. She pops open the lid, and I swear my heart stops for a second. I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous my entire goddamn life.

She gasps at what’s inside. “Gabriel.”

A stunning white gold ring with an exquisite rubellite center stone is nestled in white silk, round brilliant diamonds glimmering on the band.

I remove the ring from the box and take her hand. “Kallie Sawyer, will you—”

“Yes.”

I smile. “You have to let me finish first.”

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.”

A tear falls from Kallie’s eye, a single perfect drop that glistens against porcelain skin like liquid diamond. And when I lean down to kiss her, I know this moment is perfection, brought into existence by an unparalleled love.

THE END.

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