Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“No, filthy girl, it only means you’re wrong about yourself.”
“Why do you think you know me so well?” I ask, getting angry now. I sit up on an elbow and lean toward him, glaring. “Why the fuck do you think you know me?”
His eyes light up and he moves toward me. I let out a soft, shocked yelp as he grabs my wrist and rolls me onto my back, pinning me down on the bed, his body suddenly on top of mine. He’s huge and dark and terrifying, and I’m shaking, I’m trembling, every inch of my skin suddenly on fire. This is what he does to me, he drives me insane and makes me say things I shouldn’t. He makes me dirty in a way I’ve never felt before and I hate him for it, I hate him so much, and it feels so good to lose control.
“I love when you say that word,” he whispers. “Say it again.”
“Carmine.” I struggle lightly, not really trying to get away. “Why do you keep doing this? We both know how it ends.”
“Do we?” He releases one of my wrists and his hand moves down my body, along my breasts, down to my thighs. I let out a shuddering whimper as his fingers slip down into the waistband of my light cotton shorts, his fingers run a long line along the top of my panties, before plunging down inside of them.
His hand cups my pussy and I gasp. I release a soft, gentle moan, and my free hand comes up to grab his hair. I tighten my grip, pulling, and he grunts and stares into my eyes as he spreads my lips and rolls his fingers up and down my folds, teasing me.
“You’re wet,” he whispers. “You’re dripping fucking wet.”
“Carmine,” I manage. “It doesn’t mean anything. What the hell does it matter? I can’t control my body.”
“You are your body. That’s the problem with you.” He spreads me and plunges his fingers inside, and my back arches at the sudden pleasure and pain mixed together. “You’re sweat and blood and your pussy juice dripping down your thighs.”
“Stop talking like that,” I whisper, moving my hips. “Stop it, Carmine.”
“You’re dirty, Brice. You’re my filthy girl, and you can deny it all you want, but all I need is this dripping wet cunt, this beautiful little pussy, this messy pussy—”
“No,” I moan as he keeps fucking me faster, his words so twisted and wrong and awful and, god, it’s making my spine explode with pleasure.
“Your messy, soaking wet cunt is all I need, my filthy girl. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? No, not beautiful, that word is too clean. You’re fucking gorgeous, you look like you were born to fuck, but you’re so afraid of your own skin. I want to lick every inch of you, from your clit to your ass—”
“Carmine,” I gasp, and he bites my lower lip hard. I groan but his fingers go faster, fucking me, his thumb rubbing against my clit, his other hand in my hair now pulling, dominating, controlling.
“I want to make you bleed and fuck you until you’re nothing more than a sweat-soaked body lying on the bed, quivering, twitching, waiting to get fucked again. I want to fill you, every inch of you, degrade you, make you crawl to me on your hands and knees and thank me when I fuck your throat. I want to make you gag and spit and come. I want to watch you swallow every drop of me and I want you to lie there on the bed with your legs spread, your glistening messy cunt dripping for me, pleading with me to fuck you more.”
“Carmine,” I gasp, back arching, but then he’s moving down me, shoving up my top to lick my nipples, sucking them hard as his fingers keep fucking me, licking them and sucking and biting, and it fucking hurts and feel so good. He keeps going down, down, kissing and licking and biting as he goes until he’s between my legs, his mouth on my pussy, my shorts somewhere on the floor. My fingers lace into his hair and he licks me, sucks me, moans and eats me, and it’s sloppy and messy and beautiful, and I’m gasping his name as he does it.
“Keep going,” I gasp as the pressure builds so intensely I don’t think I could hold it back even if I wanted. It’s growing in my entire body, not only my core, but my back and my shoulders and my mind, and I’m twitching and writhing for him and he’s licking me, sucking me, using his tongue and teeth. He’s freaking moaning as he does it, making these delicious noises like he can’t control himself either.
“Fuck,” I whisper and he slides his fingers inside of me, pumping them in and out, licking my clit with his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream as the orgasm rips into me and through me and I come in a blinding white heat as my brain explodes into a thousand little pieces and I shatter, I shatter and I break, and the bastard doesn’t hold back, he doesn’t stop, he keeps going with that filthy mouth making those dirty noises and making me absolutely insane.