Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I take my time. Anticipation is at least half of it, after all. Guiding it with my hand, I rub the head of my cock all around her ass, making sure everything is slick before I apply just a little pressure. Just enough to warn her what's coming.
I like her scared. I shouldn't, but fuck it, I do.
"Is it going to hurt?" she asks in a nervous whisper.
I run my free hand up her side and onto her shoulder, getting a good grip as if I'm trying to keep her from running away. She shivers under my palm.
"It'll hurt more if you tense up."
She nods, and I watch her face in the mirror as she tries to force her body to relax. I increase the pressure.
Oh fuck.
With a whimper, she accepts the tip. She's so fucking tight, and only getting tighter as I go deeper. Then a surprised gasp when the whole head pushes inside.
She clutches the sheets, dragging them into balls in her fists, holding on so hard her knuckles whiten. Her breaths are quick, stressed as I ease more and more of myself into her. Every inch or so, I pause, slide back a little, and then push forward, working the lube deeper. When I finally mash my hips against her ass, fully buried, I stop.
"Oh, God. Please tell me that's all of it," she hisses as if she can't imagine the thought that there might be more. It's the kind of thing a guy loves to hear.
"You took it all, Little Sparrow. The whole fucking thing."
A sharp breath hisses through her nose, then she nods. "It feels like it."
I pull back, almost all the way out, and she groans at the sudden change.
"Come here." With the hand on her shoulder, I pull her up until her back is against my chest. It lets me whisper to her ear, "I'm going to fuck your ass until you can't walk."
I love her quiet, terrified whimpers. It makes me a horrible fucking person, but it's who I am. Or at least who I've become. I push that thought away—now's not the time for introspection.
When I drive back in, she clenches around me, groaning as I fill her back up. Is it excitement? Or pain? Both? Either way, it's fucking amazing.
The lube is warming, spreading, doing its job, and she's adjusting to me. I wrap a hand around her throat, and she moans. Fuck, does the little minx actually like this? I slide the other up to her tit, capturing a nipple between my fingertips and giving it a squeeze, and I'm rewarded by a hiss.
I relish the feel of her hot skin against my chest, her soft flesh in my hand, and the pulse in her neck thrumming beneath my fingers. I've never owned someone so completely, and it's intoxicating. She's mine, bought and paid for. The contract binds her to me. The money shackles her. Even if she wants to, she can't leave me.
My next thrust isn't so gentle. Or the one after. I whisper harshly, right to her ear, as she grunts every time I bottom out. "My brothers took you first, but the last man to stake his claim takes the prize. This whole month, you’ll be my little plaything, a toy for me to come in. I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life, anytime I want to. Anywhere. You'd better understand what you sold us."
"Yes," she sobs, and the sound is a sexy shot of serotonin, right into the most primal parts of my brain.
I squeeze her throat, her breathing labored against my palm, and I push and pull her in time with my thrusts. My hips clap her ass with every plunge, and she's so goddamn tight. I can only hold back for so long like this, but I want her to fucking feel it. Every inch of punishment.
I don't even know what I'm punishing her for. For selling herself? For being so damn pretty? I chuckle dryly. Maybe I'm just cruel.
I guess I have Dad to blame for that one. Freud would be proud.
She gasps. I'm squeezing too hard.
With a sudden shove, I push her back down on the bed so I can grab her hips and get my hands off her tempting throat. My fingers whiten her flesh as they dig in. While she draws a rasping breath, I set to fucking her as hard as I can, as if a good come is all I need to exorcise my demons.
She cries out. I don't know if it's in pleasure or pain. I'm running on instinct, powered by a drive so primal it's fighting me for control.
Fuck.
I'm a goddamn animal. There's strength in that, but also a concern. Discomfort. Fear of who I am, of what has its talons sunk deep into my core. Something I try not to think about if I don't have to.