Page 48 of The Pakhan's Forced Bride

With a grin on my face, I watch her as she lifts the book she was reading and shows me the cover. “I got really into this story. It’s good. There are some amazing twists, and I’m only halfway through.”

I lie back on the pillow, and Belle snuggles against me, arm wrapped around my stomach and her cheek on my chest.

How am I expected to control myself when she’s pressed against me like this, that soft silk and her smooth skin taunting me?

I run my hand down her back, and she arches, looking up at me, her bright blue eyes filled with longing.

I can’t stop myself.

I lean close and press my mouth against hers. She shifts higher over my body, and I pull her onto my chest.

She lies over me, my cock growing hard against her.

Our lips move together, mine pushing hers apart as I slide my tongue into her mouth.

Belle moans, the sweetest, softest sound.

I want to hear her moan louder, to hear her gasping for breath like she did in the car.

I want to see her face cloud with pure pleasure like the moment she came against my fingers.

I roll, taking her with me, pinning her against the bed.

My hand runs over her cheek, brushing across her throat and between her beautiful breasts.

Fuck, she is magnificent. Every inch of her is pure beauty.

I cup my hand around her breast and play with her nipple between my fingers. She gasps and arches into my touch.

I lean over and suck her nipple into my mouth, exciting a louder moan from her heart-shaped lips.

I move my mouth lower over her body, letting my tongue taste her skin.

I trace a warm trail with my kisses, pushing her thighs apart as I move between her legs.

She cries out and covers her hands over her face as I wrap my mouth over her clit. I twirl my tongue in slow motions, writing letters on her soft skin, feeling her rock up against my face.

My hands push her thighs wider apart as I push my tongue into her pussy.

She tastes like heaven, like the creamiest dessert I could ever have. She tastes like I could eat nothing but her for the rest of my life and be satisfied.

Belle’s fingers thread over the back of my head as she pushes me harder against her, so I push my tongue in deeper, then move it faster, fucking her with my tongue while she moans, louder and louder until I can’t take it anymore.

My cock is aching.

I’ve waited so long to feel her tight little pussy wrap around my cock. I can’t wait any longer.

Moving up over her body, I push her legs apart with my hips and rock myself against her. My cock rubs over her pussy, sliding over her sweet wetness.

I push forward, the tip of my cock sliding into her.

She gasps, a sharp breath, her body going rigid.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

She bites down and shakes her head, no.

I can see it hurts.