"Do you want me to stop?"
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I shook my head no. Trent had given me an out, but I had not accepted it. My split-second decision shocked me, but I was in so deep I had to see this through. I wanted to know how far Trent would go-and the truth was, I liked it. My pussy was aching for Trent's cock.
"Good girl," my stepfather said.
Trent tousled my hair. The action seemed playful, almost fatherly.
"Daddy?" I asked.
"Yes, Ava?"
"This is my first time. Please be gentle with me."
Trent sneered as his hands knotted into a fist around my pony tail. He yanked my hair, pulling my head back. Then he flipped me onto my hands and knees and pushed me down till my face was being driven into his pillow. It smelled like Trent, an intoxicating aroma of sandalwood and man. My hands were still tied up, and my bare ass was presented to Trent as he ran the tip of his cock up and down the delicate lips of my pussy, coating his dick with my wetness.
Trent's cock parted my slick folds as he pushed against my entrance. I was too small, too tight.
"It won't fit," I said.
"Oh, it will fit," Trent said, a devilish gleam in his eye. "Don't you worry about that, little girl. I'll make it fit."
Trent pushed harder. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he plunged inside of me, dominating me, forcing me to give in to his demanding cock. The pain was nearly unbearable. I had no idea my tight little pussy could be stretched so much. Tears were welling in my eyes as my stepfather's dick probed farther, deeper. He was slow but unstopping. Almost immediately, my head was spinning and I couldn't think of anything else.
"Fuck, you're tight," Trent muttered.
Using slow and rhythmic strokes Trent plunged in and out, in and out of my throbbing pussy. The pain lessened and began to mingle with other feelings that I had never experienced in my life. I had no idea what it would feel like to be completely filled by the man I loved. I could feel every contour of his cock, from the head to the veins, against the walls of my pussy.
Trent increased his pace, and I moaned every time he pushed deeper and farther, harder and harder, my body accepting every inch of him. My heart was pumping and my body was shaking, my ass grinding against Trent's crotch. I felt like I was about to explode.
"Oh, Daddy," I moaned. "Oh, Daddy, this is better than I ever dreamed. Oh, Daddy, I think I'm going to come."
"Then come, god dammit," Trent growled, spanking my chafed red ass as his cock pounded into me. He smacked me again, and I screamed as the orgasm washed over me. Waves of pleasure flooded my pussy and ricocheted through my body. My walls were pulsing and tightening against Trent's shaft as he brutalized me. A ragged growl escaped Trent's lips and he slammed so deeply inside of me I gasped with surprise.
I felt the explosion of hot white seed spurting from his dick and painting my insides. He thrust again, and more of the hot wet come filled me to the brim. Trent let his cock linger inside of me for a moment longer. His cock was the only thing keeping my body from collapsing onto the bed. I felt limp and used up. My pussy was aching, but in a good way. I had never felt more satisfied in my life. A smile spread across my lips as Trent untied my wrists and fell to my side. He was breathing heavily and grinning with contentment.
I could feel my man's seed inside my pussy. Some of it trickled out and ran down my leg. I scooped up some on my finger and licked my finger clean. Trent's eyes widened.
"Damn," he said. "My little girl has a naughty streak. I think I'm in love."
Trent's expression turned serious as he cradled me in his strong, sweaty arms.
"I guess I should come clean," he said after a long pause. "The truth is, I fell for you the day you showed up here. I could scarcely believe my own eyes. You had changed so much in the past two years, you were like a completely different person-truly an adult woman and not the little girl I had left behind. I tried to push aside my feelings, to quash them, because I thought it was wrong to want you so much. I was afraid of what I might do if I lost control. I … I have not always treated my lovers with respect. But you deserve all my respect and more. I love you, Ava. I love you so much."
By now, my eyes were welling with tears of joy. Trent wiped the tears away from my cheeks, and he lips found mine. His kiss was tender this time, soft and sensuous, as he gently dipped his tongue into mine. My mind was swirling with excitement. Trent loved me, and I loved him. We made love again, and then I fell asleep in his arms.
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VII.
The next morning Trent dropped to one knee and proposed to me. There was no way I could say no to him. He purchased a small Caribbean island to serve as the site of our wedding. It was the most magical place I had ever seen, all white sand and coconut trees and crystal blue water the color of Trent's eyes.
My mom had been furious when I told her we were engaged, and she even slammed the phone on me. But she came around in time to join us in Trent's private jet for the flight to Martinique, followed by an hour-long helicopter ride to the sandy atoll that Trent christened Ava Island.
I will never forget our wedding night. The preacher was obviously buzzed on piña coladas, but that didn't make our vows any less special. Trent's eyes shone with happiness and love, and mine did too. I wore an elegant white dress that accentuated all of my curves, especially the new little bump of my tummy. We shared a long and passionate kiss at the altar, our toes in the sand. Then Trent caressed my tummy as he beamed with pride.
I was giving Trent what he always wanted. A blushing bride and an heir to the Trenton Paine fortune.
Break Me
Eli was a suave and stylish billionaire who had it all … until he lost everything. Now Eli sits in a prison cell accused of murdering his ex-wife. It's a horrible crime, but he didn't do it.
With nothing left to lose, Eli turns to Avery, his sweet and sassy little lady. Only Avery can help Eli pull off the most daring escape of his life.
Avery will stop at nothing to save the man who raised her. She loves Eli-always has, always will. But Avery is a woman now, with a woman's needs. What she wants, she isn't supposed to have.
Avery can tell Eli feels the same way about her. She sees it in his eyes. Together, they run from the law while clinging to each other, their forbidden desire growing by the day. If their love is true, it will survive the ultimate manhunt … and the ultimate taboo.
Eli is determined to prove his innocence and reclaim his riches. Avery just wants her very own "happily ever after." But Avery has no idea how far Eli is willing to go. She belongs to him now, and Eli takes what he wants, when he wants it.
1.
The day my stepdad broke out of prison, I paid him a visit just like any other week.
I remember sitting on the edge of a broken chair, facing a window of bulletproof glass. The window was smudged from a hundred desperate handprints. That was my stepdad looking back at me, no doubt about it. But there was a hardness to Eli I didn't remember from before. Getting locked up changed him way too fast.
It had been what, all of six months? Going on seven?
The man sitting across from me looked strange and familiar at the same time. His body was all bulk, broad shoulders and hard angles, his arms covered in prison tattoos. Eli held the phone to his ear and barked orders in that scratchy growl of his. I was only half listening. I mean, we'd been over the plan a thousand times.
Stealing another glance, I couldn't help but notice the heft of Eli's arms and chest, the result of too much free time lifting weights in the prison yard. His muscles rippled and flexed, threatening to tear through the fabric of his orange jumpsuit.
Sitting across from Eli, it drove me crazy that a bunch of manmade barriers separated me from him. I wished Eli would just smash the glass, climb through the wreckage and come home with me. Of course that would never work.
We had a better plan.
I kept reminding myself to be patient, to wait for tonight.
Feeling restless, I had a look around the room at the other visitors. Everyone was sitting in creaky chairs like mine, surrounded by dirty white walls. I saw wives and girlfriends, mothers and grandmothers, and way too many unruly kids. Sucking on cheap candy from the commissary, the little brats were so hopped up they either couldn't or wouldn't sit down and shut up for half a second.