Undeniable (Indulgence) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,9

love seeing your lips all pink and bruised. I think I'll keep them like that forever."

"Forever?" I ask.

"Is there anything stopping your forever? I'll marry you tomorrow, or is it today?"

"I start college in two weeks."

"I can afford whatever you want. You don't need to go to school. I know your major. My company has lots of events. You can work for me, for us," he corrects. "Marry me, and it will be half yours."

I shrug. "I think I want all of it—marriage and education. Is that too much?"

He leans down and kisses my nose. "If that's what you want, then that's what we can do."

I swallow, thinking about my grandparents. "Can we take this slow? Like maybe not get married—"

I stop speaking as his eyes narrow.

"Listen," I say hurriedly. "Not get married tomorrow or today," I add with a smile. "I know you've been married before, but I haven't. I'd like a wedding. How about after my first semester?"

His body stiffens. "None of that dorm shit. You're living with me. There's no way I'm leaving you alone with college boys."

"Why would I want a boy when I have a man?"

His chest rises and falls. "I trust you. It's them I don't trust."

"My grandparents..."

Matt takes a deep breath. "Okay. We can ease them into it. Is your first semester paid?"

I nod.

"Including housing?"

"Yes...Sir," I add with a grin.

Matt shakes his head. "Be careful. I'm ready to take you again."

"Real life or fantasy?"

His lips connect with mine. When he finally pulls away, I'm lost in the emotion of his green eyes. It's like I'm all he can see. "Sophie, whatever you need to have—real life or fantasy—I’ll never deny you. I’m the man to give you what you want."

"Yes, you are, but only forever. How about I start at the dorm, but” —I shrug my shoulder— “I spend whatever time here you want me to spend?"

"That's every minute of every day. It'll be hard for you to get to class."

"One day at a time."

"As long as one thing is clear: you're mine." Matt reaches down and cups my core. "And this pussy is mine. No one, not even you, can bring it pleasure. That's my job." His brow lengthens. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

I giggle as he moves on top of me.

"I warned you."

"I guess I'm a slow learner."

"Tell me, Sophie. What other fantasies have you had?"

I look down, but the way he's on top of me, I still can't see his cock. "I still haven't seen you."

"I'm big."

My eyes widen. "I know that."

"You want to see my cock?"

"I do."

"What will you do to see it?"

I swallow, thinking of the books I've read. Before I can speak, Matt rolls off of me, covering himself with the sheets and giving me the answer. "Beg."

"Beg to see your cock?"

He nods and tips his head toward the floor. "On your knees, now."

My pulse races as I crawl from the big bed to the floor. Lowering myself to my knees, I bow my head. "Sir, may I please see your cock?"

My wet thighs grow wetter as I wait for his answer. I keep my head bowed, like scenes I’ve read. It's his feet I see first, right in front of me. It takes all my self-control not to lift my eyes as his stance widens.

"Because you've been a good girl, I'll not only let you see it, you may also suck it."

I lick my lips in anticipation as I lift my chin.

Fuck!

It's huge.

It's rock-hard and pointed upward. A lump forms in my throat as I imagine that giant thing inside of me.

"Sophie," Matt says softly. "Take a breath. You're all right. You can do it."

"It's so big."

"Like that manatee?" he asks with a hint of laughter to his voice.

"I didn't try to suck the manatee. The manatee wasn't inside me."

His soft laugh grows, rumbling through the bedroom. "No, it wasn't, but I was. You can do this. Remember you wanted to taste my come?"

I nod.

He reaches for my chin. "You can tell me no, or you're tired, or not tonight. I'll always listen."

I try to swallow again. "Sir, I want to try."

His chest rises and falls as he grasps his length. "Have you...?"

With my eyes still too wide, I shake my head.

"Think of it like a popsicle, a warm, really big popsicle."

I smile. "I always liked popsicles."

"Open your mouth, and watch those teeth."

Closing my eyes, I do as he says. Musk fills my nose and touches my tongue as I lick the tip. When I do, his