52| OPERATION DECLINE

Frema eyed him suspiciously, her eyes still hooded from heavy lust.

"I don't trust your games, Eron Castile." She said matter-of-factly. He chuckled and bent his finger inside her into an L-shape, it caused her to let out a strangled moan.

"I promise I'll be a good boy with this one." He promised her and she rolled her eyes but still nodded her head in agreement. He pulled his finger away from her soaked cunt and she let out a disappointed sound that resembled growling. Eron grinned and bent to whisper in her ear,

"Get in the 69 position right now, babe, the first person to cum loses to the other. The winner gets to ask anything from the loser."

Frema was temporarily pulled out of her dazed state at the sound of that. Did this mean she could finally ask him about her father's properties? Or was that too heavy a topic? He didn't wait for her response before moving her into said position, grabbing her ass cheeks as he took her soft, pink pussy in his mouth.

Frema's mouth enclosed his cock as well in record time and she sucked on it like it was her favorite candy, determined to win and get her questions off her mind. Her wrist pumped where her mouth could not reach and Eron felt his balls constrict even more. This was certainly a bad idea on his part but he was determined not to cum before her. He did not even know what question he wanted to ask, but he only knew that his ego was too huge to accommodate failure, even in bed.

Frema felt her legs begin to shake when he inserted two fingers at once and began to pump them in and out of her. She went slower on his cock, pulling the monster out of her lips only to wrap same lips around the tip which was leaking with so much precum. Eron knew she was holding back so he dipped his tongue even deeper and bent his fingers in her, causing her to pull her mouth off his cock, temporarily distracted. When she placed her mouth back on his cock again, she was merciless, taking the huge impaler into her mouth fully and gagging on it dutifully.

Eron lost it, his mouth leaving her pussy as he shot his cum into her mouth, one of his hands gripping her hair in place. As soon as she had swallowed everything, he pulled her cunt back to his face, fucking her own orgasm out of her. She came long and hard, her loud moans filling the room. Thankfully, the door was soundproof.

"Eron." She muttered, a sweaty mess. They got off each other, only to get on each other again but this time beside each other. Without a word, he slid his semi-erect cock into her entrance and fucked her slow and steady. Their eyes held each other's, communicating silent vows that should have been preserved for the wedding, in that moment. The only sound that could be heard was their heavy breathing and the slapping of their skins against each other's. It wasn't long before he came inside her and cussed loudly, only realizing now that they had not used a condom. So he bent over to assure her against her ear,

"I'll get you an after pill, babe. Promise."

She laughed and he joined in, finally taking his dick out of her. The cold air blew against her sensitive entrance and she shivered, pushing herself even more into his arms.

"You're so cute." She accused. He frowned.

"I'm not cute, Fremantle. I'm a devilish man. The devil who was rewarded with the angel's affection." He reminded her, placing an emphasis on the word, 'cute' as he spoke.

She laughed even more. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess. I won." The last part was an almost whisper and he could not believe he smiled at it. He should be furious for losing, but he could not imagine being furious at her at that point, or ever.

"You did. What do you want as a reward?" He queried and she sat up a little, her head resting against the headboard. She stared into his eyes in that position for a few seconds and he stared back, awaiting her answer.

"Babe, I enjoy staring at your pretty face, but I'm also actually dying to get your question." He said with a small smile and took her hand in his.

"Sorry..." She apologized and cleared her throat, even if she did not need to. She had to do it for a confidence boost. "Um, my father." She started and she did not miss how his happy expression fell, even when he tried to cover it up a millisecond later. He urged her to go on by squeezing her palm.

"My father's properties. Are you ever going to give them back? I mean, could you please give them back?" She asked and he let go of her hand, the exact way she had imagined it in her head.

"You only have one question, babe. You asked two, I'll answer one, the first." He told her. At least, he had not stopped calling her 'babe', she thought, waiting for his response. He looked at her in the eyes and said,

"I pick the first question. I'm going to give your father's properties back, but that would be after I'm done with them. I'd return them on my own terms."

Her skin prickled and began to turn red with irritation. "What do you mean on your own terms? Are we back to this, Eron? I thought you're changed." She accused him bitterly.

"I am still the devil, Fremantle. I only bent to meet my angel's taste." He replied, getting off the bed to pull his boxer shorts over his naked waist.

"Well, this angel still needs you to bend one more inch. Please, Eron. This would help us to get my father's blessing quicker." She begged but he looked unmoved as he crossed his arm over his chest whilst standing before her and he responded,

"Kayden Michealson will only get his properties on my own terms, angel. Even the angel won't be able to stop me from doing this."

Frema's heart broke again for the umpteenth time in eight years.