Since the first time I laid eyes on Arcadia, I had no doubt that she would become mine. She was just drop dead stunning.
I am well aware that it is only a question of waiting for her to become mine. Because of my chiseled face, 8-pack abs, biceps, and tats, I've never seen a woman whose pantyhose didn't melt simply by looking at me.
If she takes down her trousers, there is no way that Paul Caspar will let her live through this. Nothing in the world will rescue her.

She is free to say anything she wants in order to give the impression that she has a choice.

She is able to boast that she does not go for terrible males.

She may make me back away from the deal by claiming that she has a hefty price tag attached to her.


Because I've already developed a crush on that hourglass figure of hers. because of that stunning face and those velvety lips. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to ravish her. Even if it means I have to consent to paying the highest possible price...for my heart.

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"You're good." His smile grows and he stands, crotch in my face. I can't help noticing his cock's bulge. Slowly raising my arm, I touch his crotch as I look up at him. I feel his cock with my palm. It's crazy that I now own this cock... Own. Yes, I get to fuck the ideal man with the perfect cock forever.


I stroke his dress pants with my fingertips, never taking my eyes off him. Softly flicking my wrist, I glide my hand back and forth as the air grows heavier.


"I've never wanted to fuck anybody as much as I want to fuck you now," he adds, hooking his fingers in her hair. I gasp as he runs his fingers over my scalp and pulls back my hair.


"Then what?" I fire back, pulse pumping as I anticipate what's next. "Here. Yours to do as you like."


"True?" He mocks, holding my head still. I tightly grip his cock as it pumps.


"Yes. "I'm yours, sir," I murmur as Ifan. I kiss my lips lewdly, willing him to release his fury on my body.


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