Free The Brat (The Playgirls #3) by May Sage Page B

member of their small party was snickering at his expense, their eyes glued to their phones.
    Getting hold of his, he swiped his way in and instead of the generic background, he got what they’d all supposedly received.
    There he was, three years old, naked and covered in chocolate, smiling like a smug bastard. A few years later, dressed up as a princess, crown and all. Then, he was a teenager, winking at a group of girls, before missing a step and falling on his ass. Every single embarrassing thing that had happened to him, at the sound of the damn pony song he knew by heart now. 
    “Where is she?” he seethed.
    That was met with more laughter, of course.
    “Where is my wife?”
     
    Eventually, the trail led him to their suite; he pushed the door and all but came in his pants.
    Brooke had worn a simple dress, befitting the venue of their wedding: they’d gotten married on a beach. He’d expected her to have chosen an equally simple lingerie set – something white and maybe lacey. He wasn’t fussy.
    Instead, she’d gone for the opposite. Suspender belt, red-rimmed stockings, black silk. If he wasn’t mistaken, there was a little bit of leather there, too.
    “I’ve been a naughty, naughty girl,” she breathed, wrapping a hand around the hilt of a flogger.
    She ran it along her skin as he watched, completely mesmerized.
    “What are you gonna do about it?”
    On that note, she threw the flogger his way, turned around and sat up at the corner of the bed, presenting her ass. 
    Oh hell. He was going to embarrass himself.
    “Tell me your safe words.”
    “Red and yellow.” 
    Shane removed his jacket, loosened his tie and approached her with slow, measured steps, until he was at hand’s reach.
    Swift.
    Her ass went red at the first hit. Gently, he ran the leather on her skin, stroking her with his free hand…
    “Are you wet, little closet slut?”
    “Yes, sir,” she breathed, sounding needy as fuck.
    Swift. He got her on her back, rather than her ass, surprising her. Pushing her panties asides, he chuckled to himself. Yes, definitely wet.
    “You’ve been a bad, bad girl. I’d planned on taking you gently, Mrs. Vaughan. But you’re asking to be destroyed.”
    Swift.
    Shane freed his dick, something he hadn’t done once in the entire length of their three month engagement, because he knew that if it had gone anywhere near her, he would have nailed her on the closest available surface.
    He was glad they’d waited. He loved that he, unlike most fuckers out there, got to be the first taking his wife .
    Running his dick along the lips of her pussy, gathering his moisture, he asked:
    “Do you feel that, Mrs. Vaughan?”
    “Yes! Please…”
    Swift . 
    “Please what?”
    “Please screw me so hard I can’t walk for a week, dearest husband.”
    He pushed in in one thrust, feeling the barrier as he impaled her from behind. Shane felt like he should bump his chest or roar.
    “That can be arranged.”

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    Age of Blood.
     
    Age of Blood is a much darker, more explicit kind of story. For that reason, I have decided to publish it under Scarlet Winters .
     
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