Pretty Prize

by Goode, Ella

  “On your back, flower.”

  She shakes her head and sucks me in deeper. Her tongue folds around my head, flicks the underside, and rides down the veins of my shaft. My eyes roll into the back of my head as pleasure threatens to spill. I pull back.

  Rose frowns and then pouts. “I thought your life goal was to give me everything I want.”

  “It is.”

  “I want your dick in my mouth.” She scrambles toward me, her tits waving back and forth like a red flag in front of a bull.

  “And I want my dick in your cunt. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

  Her lower lips pushes out even farther. “No,” she whines. “I want to suck.”

  “Don’t make me spank you. You’re pregnant. That’s probably an international human rights violation.” I push her back slowly. She doesn’t put up much of a resistance. “I know your pussy is aching right now. I know you want my cock shoved deep inside of you. It’s the only thing that will fill you up.”

  I slide my hands up her warm legs until I find the apex of her sex. Her honey has coated her thighs. Slowly, I push my fingers inside of her. “Hear that?” The wet suck of her cunt fills our ears. “That’s your pussy telling you how needy she is. How much she wants my thick cock inside of her.”

  “Oh, Hunter,” she moans, falling completely back onto the cushions. Her black hair spreads like an exotic flower under her. I peel away her thin, gauzy dress and lean forward to kiss her breasts. Her hands clasp my head as I pay homage to each precious tit, working each nipple into a tight red bead.

  She clamps her legs tight around my hand as I find her sensitive spots, working them until her knees are trembling and her back is arching off the surface. “Fuck my fingers. Work that pussy on my hand. I want to feel your cum drenching my palm.”

  She cries out, a thin, high keening sound. I quickly remove my fingers and replace them with my cock. She screams again, muffling the sound with the heel of her hand.

  I work my way inside of her. She’s tight, but slippery. I give her long, hard strokes until she’s coming again. “That’s my girl. You’re making me proud, flower. You look so beautiful when you come. So beautiful.”

  “Fill me up, Hunter. Make me yours.”

  My thrusts grow harder. This life is nothing like I imagined, nothing like I deserved, nothing that I thought I could ever have. Three beautiful children with one more on the way. The most gorgeous, loving wife and mother a man could ever dream of. The hottest sex in the world. I have it all because this woman, Rose Keal, decided that I was worth a risk.

  I bought her thinking she was a pretty prize to add to my collection of pretty, valuable things, but she ended up being my whole world.

  “I love you, Rose,” I shout as the orgasm barrels through my cock, torpedoing into her pussy. “I love you and you’re mine forever.”

  My hot seed splashes inside of her, wrenching another orgasm from her body. I hammer into her until every last ounce of cum drips from my cock. Spent, I collapse next to her on the cushion.

  Her hands come up to stroke my shoulder. I only get a minute of tender loving because soon I hear the giggles outside the gazebo. With a sigh, I roll over and gather up our clothes.

  “It’s your fault,” Rose teases. “You were shouting pretty loud at the end there.”

  “Can’t help it,” I say. My voice is half muffled because I’m pulling my shirt over my head. “Your cunt is too fine not to shout her praises to the sky.”

  I get a pillow in the face for that remark. I bat the thing to the ground and then pull my wife into my arms. “Ready to go see our babies?”

  Her head nestles against my shoulder. “Always.”

  As we walk to the door, she says, “I love you, too, Hunter. You’re my now and forever and always.”

  The End

  Captured: Chapter 1

  Luna

  Hungry for more Ella? Read on for a sneak peak of Captured.

  * * *

  “Is it stalking if I’m paid to do it?” I blow a bubble almost as big as my head after I ask the question to my sister MJ through the phone. It pops when I jump at the sound of the knife coming down hard on a marble cutting board. Sometimes I think she became a chef so she could stab stuff. She is freaking good at it too. Maybe the best in the city.

  “Who cares?” she throws back before the knife hits the cutting board again. “Your new gum habit is annoying,” she says before making another hard chop. It is a little bit gross too. My jaw aches from the big ball of now flavorless gum. I have to keep adding more to keep the flavor going. Now I’m out of gum and flavor. I grab the magazine lying in the seat next to me, rip a piece off and spit the remainder of my gum into it. I have to remember to throw that away before MJ gets back into her car since she’s letting me borrow it. She never uses the thing and I have the perfect parking spot so I haven’t moved it myself either. I use it for work, which means I just sit in it and watch people—at the moment only one person. I didn’t want to lose the spot so I took the subway home, leaving the car sitting outside the building I was stalking, I mean surveilling.

  This has to be one of the most boring jobs I’ve ever had. That’s saying a lot because I’ve had way too many jobs at this point. Chewing gum is all there is to do in this car as I sit and wait. I have to keep my eyes trained on the door. I’ve made the mistake of playing with my phone twice now and losing my target. I’m not going to do it again. Why does there have to be a Pokémon Go stop right on this building? The temptation to play with my phone is too great. The only thing keeping me from doing it is I want to see him again and I really don’t want to fail at another profession.

  “He is always working,” I sigh into the phone. I thought being a private investigator was going to be fun. I should have known better. The online classes I took were super boring. I chalked it up to all classes being boring, besides that time I went to clown school—that was fun. Even though I failed. My eyes flick to the rearview mirror. A tiny mark that most people don’t notice still lingers on my forehead. It’s a constant reminder of the first and last time I tried to juggle.

  “So he’s not a cheating bastard? He’s only a workaholic?” MJ stops chopping as if she can’t believe it. MJ believes the worst of everyone. We did have some pretty shitty parents. She was my rock over the years. She is almost eight years older than me and more of a mom at times than a sister. She raised me. She made sure to take me with her when she moved out and I was only ten at the time. The only person she isn’t prickly to is me.

  “I don’t know,” I admit. Maybe he is banging the secretary? It’s so cliché that it’s boring and since his assistant is a man, it would mean he’s gay. I don’t know what this woman wants me to find out about him. She didn’t give me much. I know he’s not married. That much I found out with a background check. My client, however, did wear a wedding ring. When I asked her she said she was the one asking the questions. She was super aggressive so I went with it. I need this job and to finally be successful at a profession. My sister always excels at everything she does and I want that for myself. I’m not jealous of her; I just want to be good at something, anything for that matter. I want to make her proud too. She doesn’t seem to mind my endless career changes. She always smiles and tells me I’ll find my passion soon. That not everything has to happen right now.

  “Did you check his social media?” I hear MJ put down the knife. The soft clicking I hear alerts me to the fact that she’s already digging. She always keeps a small laptop on the counter with her when she cooks. Her vice has always been reality TV and she plays it while she works in the kitchen. She’s gotten me sucked into too many of the shows. I know she does it on purpose so she has someone to talk to about them.

  She isn’t going to admit her secret vice to anyone else so I am the one always playing catch-up on reality TV. MJ would never admit it but she loves gossip. As long as it has nothing to do with her. She was more down with me doing this PI thing than I thought she w
as going to be but now I am understanding why. This is a reality show happening right in front of her and she is living it out through me. Too bad it is ending on another super boring night, except when you actually get a glimpse of Maddox Castile. The hottest man I’ve ever seen in a suit in my life. MJ would never agree on this. Our tastes differ on most things. I’d sit in this car for a week just to catch one glimpse, that’s the level of attractive Maddox is.

  His driver’s license says he’s six foot two and weighs in at over two hundred pounds. His hair color is black and his eyes are as green as an emerald. It doesn’t say the emerald part but it should. I have to admit that picture was one of the reasons I took this job, but it did not prepare me for the first time I’d actually see him up close in person. Nothing could have prepared me for that.

  My mind drifts back to the day I came face to face with Maddox. Even his name is hot. I was watching him like every other day. I’d been waiting in my car for him to leave his office building so I could follow him home. I was sure I had time. He always left late. Usually it was hours after everyone else and I’d been in the car for five hours at this point. I should have known my bladder would never hold that giant Slurpee. It was my own doing. The Slurpee machine was broken for a week straight but that day it had been in working order at the convenience store. My judgment went out the window when I’d gotten the biggest size available. I hadn’t thought about the fact that what goes in must come out. Who thinks about having to pee? It’s something you just do when the need arises. Except I now work somewhere that you can’t do that.

  I thought I could easily slip into the building and use the bathroom in the lobby. Little did I know you had to clear building security first. There was no going back at that point. The security guard scanned my license and gave me a pass to use the restroom. I made it in fine, but out, not so much. Maddox ran right into me. Okay, maybe I ran into him. Either way, my small self went flying, hitting the hard tiled floor. When I looked up and saw who I’d run into I panicked. He tried to help me up but I took off on a dead run out of the building.

  Maddox had yelled out for me to stop, catching the security guard’s attention. I don’t know what the guard was thinking at that point but he tried to grab me. I bet he thought I had stolen something. I barely made it by him and out the door. I keep hoping Maddox has forgotten about me but now I have to be extra careful not to be seen.

  My reminiscing is interrupted when MJ comes up with nothing.

  “He doesn’t have social media.” She sounds shocked. I have an Instagram but that’s it. It is filled with pictures of food I’ve eaten. I only opened an account so that I could follow MJ. It is, in a sense, part of her job to take pictures and videos of what she prepares. Sometimes she’ll do a clip of a shopping trip, her prepping food, she’ll post recipes or she’ll put up a picture of the finished product. The number of followers she has is a testament to what an incredible chef she is.

  I knew he didn't have social media. Hell, I’m pretty sure the man doesn't have a social life at all. He goes to and from work and that is basically it. If the woman who hired me thinks he’s up to something, she’s wrong. He’s up to absolutely nothing. I’ve seen her come and go from the building a few times. Maybe I should start digging into the people around him? I have nothing to give her at this point. She’s going to end up firing me and then I won’t get paid to watch Maddox anymore. I have to up my PI skills if I want to stay employed.

  “What time is it?” I ask when I watch Maddox exit the building. He’s leaving early.

  “A little after two,” she answers as my eyes go to the clock on the dashboard.

  “Gotta go!”

  “Hey, I was going to—”

  I cut her off, ending the call. He might finally be up to something! I hop from the car, trying to blend in with the people on the street as I follow him. Suddenly I don’t feel so excited about catching him doing something he’s not supposed to be doing. The reality of that hits closer to home than it should.

  Also by Ella Goode

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  Captured, Kept, Stolen (coming soon)

  Make Me Yours

  She’s All Mine

  Three of Us (Twins #1) and Belong Together (Twins #2)

  Their Private Need (Michigan, Easy and Annie)

  His Bold Heart (Chelsea & Wrecker)

  Her Secret Pleasure

  Captive Ride

  The Last Christmas Present: Billionaire Holiday Romance (a Daddy story)

  The Wolf’s Mail Order Bride

  Beauty in Summer

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