Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
He leans up, wrapping his lips around my right nipple, biting and sucking. He's rough—so rough. So perfect. The feel of his fingertips against my inner thighs sends shockwaves of ecstasy through me.
My panties tear as easily as my dress did, ripped away from my body in his haste to touch me.
"Get my cock out," he orders, two fingers sinking deep inside me.
I scramble to obey, my fingers grazing his erection as I tug at his zipper, fumbling with the buttons. He groans when I delve my hand inside, pulling out his hard length.
"Jerk me off, angel," he growls, fucking me mercilessly with his fingers. "I want your perfect hands on me."
A whimper escapes my lips as I struggle to wrap my fingers around his girth, pumping him in time to the relentless strokes of his fingers inside my body. I glide my thumb over the slit, collecting pre-cum before spreading it down the shaft.
"Squeeze me harder," he commands. "Make me feel like it's your perfect little cunt."
I do, squeezing hard with every stroke of my hands down his shaft. I match his rhythm so he feels like it's my pussy wrapped around him, like he's balls deep inside me, fucking me.
"You're so fucking wet for me," he growls in my ear, his voice strained as he slips his fingers from my body. "Take me, Thalia. Ride my cock."
I fall on him like a greedy, possessed thing, lifting up to notch him at my entrance. I slam myself down on him, taking him all the way.
We shout at the same time, our voices ringing out around us.
"Don't fucking stop," he growls—the same way he did the day he found me in the cabin, his fingers digging into my hips. "Finish what you started."
I don't stop. I lift myself up and drop down on his cock again and again. His length fills me to the brim, every inch a delicious intrusion.
"That's right. Fuck me like the good girl you are," he groans, bucking his hips on every downward thrust to force himself deeper.
I bounce against his thighs, sobbing his name.
"Scream for me," he croons, his voice low and animalistic. "Let everyone know who you belong to, princess."
My throat turns raw from the screams that slip past my lips. The world narrows down to this—him inside me, the rhythmic slap of our bodies meeting, our desperate breaths echoing around us.
"You're mine. All fucking mine." He leans up suddenly, his teeth sinking into the side of my throat. Marking me.
"Yes!" I claw his shoulders.
We move faster, harder, chasing the pleasure looming like a wall.
"Troy, I'm…I'm…" But I don't have to tell him. He already knows.
He grips my hips tightly, driving up into me one last time, a primal groan ripping from his lips. The sound of it—the sight of pleasure contorting his handsome face—shatters me into a thousand tiny pieces.
My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, dragging me under. I writhe in ecstasy, in torment. sobbing his name. Stars don't erupt behind my eyes this time, though. For once, they twinkle directly overhead, shining brightly.
I collapse against his chest, shaking. He tips my head back, claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss. We're tangled together, a perfect mess of twisted desire and possession.
"I love you," he whispers when he finally lets me up for air. "I'll remind you every day until it's burned into your soul, Thalia."
"It already is," I whisper. "I'm yours, body and soul, Troy."
Epilogue
Troy
Five Years Later
Moonlight spills in through the bedroom window, bathing Thalia in a soft, silvery glow. She looks ethereal as she sleeps, her blonde hair fanned across the pillows, her nipples hard little pebbles begging for my mouth. She's an irresistible invitation, more beautiful now than she was five years ago.
I strip as silently as possible, trying not to wake her. The cool air prickles my skin as I move toward her, my cock hard and heavy between my legs, anticipation coiling in my stomach.
I carefully pull the sheet down her body, exposing every gorgeous inch. She's so much softer now, her curves sweeter, her hips fuller. I can't get enough of her.
I crawl between her legs, groaning at the heady, intoxicating scent of her. Even asleep, she's wet and ready for me. I part her thighs, spearing my tongue into her cunt.
A soft sigh escapes her lips. The sweet sound never fails to stir something fierce within me—possessiveness, pride, adoration. I fucking live for this woman.
I circle her clit with my tongue, my eyes locked on her face, watching as she slowly comes alive for me. Her back arches, an adorable little mewl of pleasure vibrating from her lips as she grows wetter.
I run my fingers around her back entrance, teasing her as I lick around her hole, dipping the tip of my tongue inside and fucking her with it. I know the second she comes awake. But she doesn't open her eyes. She doesn't move.