Flip (Next Level, #2)

by Briana Michaels

“Eyes on me, slut.”

I just treated her like a whore, and she loved it.

Then it grew and grew until last Thanksgiving, I fucked her for hours then fed her half a pumpkin pie in bed afterwards.

I pull her panties back out of my pocket and bring them to my nose. Fuuuuuck.

She should be worshipped, spoiled, protected at all costs. And fucked six ways to Sunday.

I need a drink. No, I need to get the fuck out of here and go get my girl.

“Open that pretty mouth for me.”

“That look won’t work on me. Use your words, Erin.”

“Tell me what you want.” It’s hers. Whatever it is, I’ll make sure she gets it.

“I want you right here, my hungry little slut.”

I set the plate down and lean forward to show her how good sluts who listen get rewards.

There are nine total. One for every inch I’m dying to give her tonight.

I pull back and stroke myself as cum shoots out in thick, white jets, covering her face, her tits, her tongue. I took a beautiful thing and made it even more breathtaking.

“We fucked then.” Like she has to remind me of the greatest night of my life?

I swear I feel his handprint burning into my skin. I wish it would.

Then I crash on the couch imagining how it would feel being married to a woman like Erin and having a son like Beetle. Hey, a guy can dream too, right?

“Erin.” He gives me a look that says if I argue with him, there will be consequences. Joke’s on you, fucker. I’m into that shit.

So long as I’m around, no one will ever have to worry about taking care of my girl except me.

She’s mine. I’m hers. Now if she’d get on board with this, that would be fantastic.

“Because you’re it for me, Erin. If I’m not the one for you, tell me now because I’m starting to feel like a fool.”

“You want a taste of this, my little slut?”

“Breathe through your nose, pretty whore.”

Oh it’s like that, huh? Okay. Alright.

“Again, Trey. Please.” Begging for my dick? Yeah, I’m a goner.

“Did you hear me?” “I always hear you, Erin.”

“Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“That’s right, baby. Take what you need. I want your come dripping off my balls when you’re finished.”

“Fuck, Erin, your cunt is so pretty wrapped around my cock like this.”

“That’s my good little whore.”

I also don’t tell Erin that I held her for hours, imagining doing it every night for the rest of my life.

Whatever she wants, she’s going to have when I’m around.

“I’m not using you for anything, Erin. We come together or not at all.”

“Now take my cock like a good fucking whore and make me come.”

“You don’t get to call the shots, slut. You’re mine to fuck. Mine to come inside. Mine to play with.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s the second coming of Jesus down there. I said no panties.”

but hey, my ass isn’t going to spank itself.

I don’t think I ever will, but damn if I don’t want a chance to try.

“No buts, Erin. I told you, if you want something, it’s yours. If I can make it happen, I will.

“Look, I need to ask you something, man-to-man. If you say no, I’ll respect it, because that’s what a man does. If you say yes, I’ll make sure you never regret it, because that’s also what a man does.”

“Because I’m going to treat her like a queen. Your mom is the most special woman in the whole world, and she deserves to be treated like the most special woman in the whole world.”

“Rule number one, when dating the most special woman in the whole world, you gotta spoil her.”

“If you’re still able to form words,” he growls, swirling his hips before slamming into me again, “I’m doing this all wrong.”

“Good girls know when to talk and when to shut up and get fucked. Are you a good girl?”

“You want the window or the wall?” “Both.” “Greedy little slut.”

That’s the thing about Trey. He treats me like a queen even when he fucks me like a whore. It’s amazing.