Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
I don’t resist. It feels so goddamn raunchy, like I’m being used, but it’s so arousing I can’t say no.
His fingers slide between my slit, rubbing me so fast, I swear I’m gonna come.
“You want to come?” he asks.
“Yes!” I moan.
“Beg me …” he says gruffly. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll allow it.”
“Please …” I mutter, feeling heady from the heat.
He spanks my ass again, making me groan. “Please, what?”
“Please, make me come.”
Another hard whack has me on the edge again. “Say that again.”
“Please, can I come, Sir?”
Another smack. My ass burns from his palm. “Louder!”
“Please! Let me come, Sir!” I beg. I am literally begging to be allowed.
Never have I ever let anyone decide anything for me.
Until now.
“Come.”
His commanding voice is all I need.
The moment I come, he reaches for the wire between my legs and pulls out the balls.
One. By. One.
Each plop adding more pleasure, flooding my body with chemicals that make me feel like I can fly.
One more whack to the ass literally has me screaming out loud.
“Yes, let it all out. Feel the orgasms I allow you to have. Over … and over again.”
His fingers don’t stop touching me. My slit, my pussy, my clit. Twisting, turning, slipping, sliding. Everywhere. It’s driving me insane.
Next thing I know, he shoves his cock into me.
All the way.
My lips part and an incredibly loud sighing moan slithers off my lips as he buries himself deep within me.
“Fuck …” he whispers. “You’re so fucking wet and open for me.” He slaps my ass as he pulls out. “Perfect.”
“Holy shit …” I mutter, which makes him laugh.
He thrusts in again, this time even harder than before. “This pussy needed a good fucking, that’s all. That’s why you’ve been behaving so badly. You needed more of my cock, didn’t you?”
“Yes …” I cry out when he spanks me again. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this insane, this consumed by someone.
“Take it like a good girl then. Moan for me, Hailey. Let me hear how much you love this cock.”
I moan for him, just like he asks. Not just because I love it, but also mostly because he tells me to.
Listening to him and letting him take charge gives me a release I haven’t felt before.
Inner peace.
While being fucked like a whore.
Jesus Christ.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, holding onto my ass while fucking me raw. “This is my pussy now. Tell me whose pussy this is, Hailey.”
“Yours, Sir,” I mewl.
“My pussy. And I will take this pussy how?”
“However you damn well please,” I answer.
“Hmmm …” I can hear him smile. “Good girl. And you know what else? This pussy deserves all it gets.”
“Yes, Sir. Please … fuck me.”
“Are you that lusty, Hailey? So fucking turned on you’ll beg me to claim you?”
“Yes, please, anything,” I moan.
I don’t even know what I’m saying.
What I’m thinking.
I’m numb, completely numb and void of any feelings other than pure, erotic need.
“This is what men fuck like, Hailey. And this man wants his pussy to come again,” he growls. “Do it!”
WHACK!
The sound of his palm striking my ass reverberates through the room. With both hands, he grasps the ropes around my wrists and uses them as a handle to plunge in even deeper.
“Come. Now!”
The rim of his cock grinds against my sweet spot. My eyes almost roll back as my toes curl up, and the orgasmic waves engulf my body yet again. I struggle to breathe as he pounds me into the mattress; my muscles contract around his length, feeling every vein pulse with desire.
A loud howl, followed by a few thrusts, and he expels his seed into the condom inside me.
Panting, he releases himself and me. I sink down onto the bed, my body dropping sideways as I succumb to the intense energy drain. Fuck. Me. I could honestly fall asleep right now. That’s how satiated I am.
Thomas pulls off the condom and ties a knot in it, throwing it into the bin before he returns to me. With a satisfied look on his face, he sits down beside me on the bed and unties the rope around my wrists. I roll on my side as he goes to his cabinet again to take out some sort of cream, which he rubs all over my ass.
“For the pain,” he says when I furrow my brows at him.
When he’s done, I sit up straight and rub my lips while he cleans up all the stuff we used.
I don’t know what to say. Everything feels awkward. Like we’re hanging in the middle of something undefined.
“So …” he mumbles, sitting down next to me.
“So …” I repeat and look at him. “I guess it’s not a good idea to be seen together.”
He nods, staring at the wall. “For now.”
“For now?” I say, smiling cheekily.
“Yeah. If we’re going to do this more often, we have to be careful.”