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  1. THE BIG FAKE
  2. PENELOPE BLOOM
  3. CONTENTS
  4. 1
  5. PEARL
  6. DEAN
  7. PEARL
  8. PEARL
  9. PEARL
  10. DEAN
  11. PEARL
  12. DEAN
  13. PEARL
  14. DEAN
  15. PEARL
  16. DEAN
  17. PEARL
  18. DEAN
  19. PEARL
  20. PEARL
  21. DEAN
  22. PEARL
  23. DEAN
  24. PEARL
  25. DEAN
  26. PEARL
  27. DEAN
  28. PEARL
  29. DEAN
  30. PEARL
  31. DEAN
  32. PEARL
  33. DEAN
  34. PEARL
  35. PEARL
  36. DEAN
  37. DEAN
  38. PEARL
  39. PEARL
  40. DEAN
  41. PEARL
  42. PEARL
  43. PEARL
  44. THREE MONTHS LATER
  45. DEAN
  46. PEARL
  47. PEARL
  48. EPILOGUE - DEAN
  49. DON’T FORGET TO REVIEW!
  50. GREYSON (ONCE UPON A BET SNEAK PEAK)
  51. HARPER (ONCE UPON A BET SNEAK PEAK)
  52. SUGGESTED READING ORDER

I cupped her breasts and she sat up on me, straddling me so I could feel the heat and slickness of her arousal. As she sat and rocked her hips on my cock, which was still pressed flat to my stomach. I lifted my head to watch her folds sliding along me, grinning up at her. “You think you get to drive?” I asked.

“Huh?” was all she said before I’d flipped her to her back on the bed. I grabbed the condom, slid it on, and climbed on top of her.

“You’re mine right now. And this is going the way I say it goes.”

“Bossy,” she whispered.

“I am, and you’ll be glad I’m in charge before I’m done with you.”

“Is that right, boss?” she asked.

I grinned, deciding to let my hand do the talking instead of my mouth. I slid my fingers between her legs, drawing a quick intake of breath and a widening of her eyes. I used a little trick of dexterity to do several things all at the same time, curling my fingers inside her and circling her with my thumb.

She immediately tensed, bucking up against me and pushing my fingers deeper still.

Watching her face as she writhed against my touch was everything I’d hoped it would be and more. Without looking away from her, I bent my neck to kiss her hardened nipples, teasing them with my tongue while my fingers did their work.

In seconds, Pearl was gasping and moaning, hands clutching me like she thought she might be suddenly ejected from the bed at any moment.

From the pace of her breaths, I sensed she was getting close, but I greedily wanted her to finish on my cock, not my fingers. With what I hoped was agonizing slowness, I drew my fingers from her, sliding them up her folds as I took them away. I lifted my hand between us and waited until her eyes fluttered open. With a grin, I sucked her arousal from my fingers, then gripped myself and guided my cock to her entrance.

“I was so close,” she said, almost in a whimper.

“Good. But I’m not wasting your first orgasm with me on my fingers. I’m going to enjoy feeling your walls close around me when you come for me.”

“God, are you always this dirty?”

“With you,” I said.

Her cheeks flushed red and with her hair a wild mess splayed out around her face, she looked more beautiful than ever. I kissed her, then, without mercy, I plunged inside her. I knew I was bigger than average, and I knew it wasn’t exactly kind to make her take it all at once. But I was so far past being courteous or kind. I was hungry. Ravenous. All I wanted was her. I wanted every fucking inch, and I could hardly stop myself from flipping her on her back right then and railing her.

Pearl was surprisingly flexible, and her legs bent wide, allowing me to plunge as deep as I pleased into her.