Free Pearl (The Pearl Series) by Arianne Richmonde

was telling the truth. Then I whispered in her ear, “I don’t want you involved with anyone else, is that clear? I want you for myself. I’m not a jealous man but I am possessive of my treasures. You and your tight, hot pearlette are both mine, do you understand?” Choice of words, again. Not pussy or cunt or anything else that can make a woman feel like a tramp. But pearlette. Pearl deserved to feel treasured and loved. She’d obviously had a shit time of it in the sex department, and probably in the general male department. I could change that for her, I decided.
    At the time, I would have said that I was telling her all this to put her mind at rest; let her know that I wanted to ‘go steady’ with her, to date exclusively. But the truth was that I was scared for the first time in my life when it came to the opposite sex. I was scared of losing her.
    Because, God damn it, I realized that I was falling in love.

8
    O kay, love is a very strong word. Although, lust just didn’t quite cover it. Yes, I was feeling horny as the Devil himself, but I felt so much more. Yet I hardly knew Pearl. I hadn’t asked her about her dreams and aspirations, whether she wanted children and a family like I did, hadn’t discussed her career with her in depth. I knew nothing about her ex-husband, except for the fact he was obviously lousy in bed. I wasn’t even sure how old she was, not that it mattered to me.
    It felt as if I was in one of my sports cars going from 0-60 in 4.3 seconds. It was all going so ridiculously fast.
    She loved dogs, she was adventurous enough to go rock climbing. She was sexy, smart, beautiful, independent, and although I very much liked what I saw, I needed to get to know her better.
    I’d start by fucking her. Or rather, making love to her.
    “On the bed,” I ordered, leading her into the bedroom and adding, pokerfaced, “where you belong.” I’d test her sense of humor.
    Her lips curled up into a subtle smile. She thought I was kidding. But I wasn’t. I did want to dominate her. Control her body. But willingly. Not with whips or handcuffs, but with my sexual prowess. Make her need me, make her body lose control and have her begging for more. Give her mind-blowing orgasms, every time. I guess you could say that was pretty narcissistic but I think it was more out of insecurity on my part. I’m a pretty cocky bastard, very self-assured on the outside, but on the inside I’m just a regular guy looking for approval. I wanted Pearl to think me the hottest thing that had come along since the sauna.
    “Seriously, Pearl, get on the bed. It’s about time you got fucked properly.”
    She lay on her rather ornate, four-poster bed, nervously waiting on her back. Her breath was shallow, her breasts rising and falling, her moist folds already glistening with anticipation. I straddled her, my cock proud, rock-hard against my abdomen. I cupped her with my hand and slipped my middle finger inside her warm core, locating that sweet spot. I picked her up like a six-pack again, and she whimpered, giving herself over to me readily. I could see she had a submissive streak in her and it turned me on.
    I whispered in her ear, “You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
    She could hardly speak. Just moaned and nodded her head. Her nipples were stiff, her tongue was licking lasciviously along her lips. She looked like a fucking centerfold and I wanted to plunge into her. But I had to remain focused. I lifted her up higher. She loved me taking control. I lifted that sweet pussy to my face. Her back arched and I supported her ass with both my hands. I let my tongue rest against her clit and she started bucking her hips at me. I didn’t do anything—just let her feel my wet tongue pressing against her. Then I started long, sweeping strokes up and down. Up and down, along her slit. Up. And down. Slowly. Up. And down. Oh yeah. She tasted deliciously sweet and salty. And horny as hell; my taste buds were laced with her