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)
“Take it like a good girl, Hailey, and I’ll let you come. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir,” I moan, as he pushes in farther.
“Almost there …” He groans, his cock feeling so big inside me that it almost makes me think it won’t fit. When he reaches the base, his hand settles on my ass, and he says, “Good … Now, tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop, but don’t call out if it’s not needed. You’ll feel full, but it’ll feel good after a while, and then you’ll want nothing less, trust me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, taking in a small breath.
But it doesn’t prepare me for when he starts to move.
Slowly, he pulls out and pushes into me, my ass feeling like it’s being pounded, even though he moves so little. It feels just like the plug, only much bigger, and the sensation makes me feel like I could explode. That could also be my pussy, though, as the tension makes my clit thump even harder than before.
“Oh, your ass feels so good around my cock, Hailey.” He thrusts in and out, his fingers gripping my skin, nails digging in.
I bite my lip and move along with him as the pleasure increases. Soon, I’m used to the fullness of having him inside me, and I moan along with him. “F-Fuck …”
“Hmm … that good, huh?” he muses, and he grabs the tie around my wrists. “I should’ve claimed your ass sooner.”
He uses the tie as reins, slamming into me from behind so hard my face rubs along the carpet. I feel dirty, but I love every nasty second of it.
One of his fingers dives between my legs, and he starts toying with my pussy. “Oh damn, you’re so wet.” A growl-chuckle escapes from his mouth. “You filthy little girl. I’m gonna fill your ass to the brim with my cum.”
He flicks my clit until I’m panting, hot-feverish sweat dripping down my back as I’m dying to come. My whole body shakes with desire and need, and my brain has turned to mush.
“Come for me,” he growls. “Come. Now!”
His fingers and his voice are all I need to fall apart. Right there, with his cock buried deep inside me. My moan doesn’t even come close to his as he thrusts a final time. The warm gush of his seed spilling into me feels like bliss, and I come so hard from just the idea, I almost faint. That’s how good it is.
“Fuck …” He groans, shoving his length into me a few more times, his cum still shooting into my ass. The longer he goes on, the slower he goes, until he pulls out and his dick grows flaccid against my skin. My breath is ragged, and we’re both panting as he pulls at the tie and drags my body up toward his.
“God …” he murmurs, untying the cloth around my head. “You undo me.”
When the light reappears, I blink a couple of times, still dizzy from the roughness and sweet bliss.
He unties my wrists, and I almost collapse on the floor, but he holds me tight to his body.
“Steady …” he whispers in my ear, his hands wrapped around my waist. “You did so well.” I hear him sniff close to my hair, and then press a soft kiss against my neck.
I lean back into his embrace, tired and completely consumed by his lust.
He places one hand under my knee and the other under my armpit and lifts me as he stands up. I gasp, sucking in the much-needed air as he carries me into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I fucked you pretty roughly … And now, it’s time for me to take care of you.”
“Why?” I mutter, still a bit heady. “I can take care of myself. I know how a shower works.”
He places me under the showerhead and turns it on, letting the water stream down on us both. “I know you do, but just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Sometimes, you need to let yourself get pampered.”
I smile and shake my head as he grabs a bit of gel, rubs his hands together, and then starts lathering it all over my body.
“I can wash myself,” I say, looking him directly in the eye as his hands run over my breasts.
“I know. But I want to do this.” He grabs my wrist when I attempt to take the bottle from him. “Let me do this.”
His words shut me up all right.
Not because of the sternness in his voice but because of the underlying consideration.
He doesn’t just wanna fuck me until he’s satisfied. He’s gotten to a point where he wants to take care of me. Make me feel good.
I stop fighting him. Stop resisting his domineering behavior.
I stop because there’s no reason anymore.