Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“You ready?” I didn’t wait for her answer—didn’t fucking need her to tell me whether she was or not—just thrust in hard and deep in one smooth push.
“Oh God,” she cried out, her eyes going so wide I saw white all around her irises.
The air left me so violently I shook from the force. “That hurt, baby?”
She nodded.
“That feel so good?”
Kayla moaned and nodded again.
And then I fucking pounded into her. She had no option, no choice but to accept what I gave, to accept all of me.
“There you go, kitty, just like that.” I stared at where I was buried, watching my wet cock tunnel in and out of her, feeling her muscles clench around me, quivering from her impending orgasm.
The sounds she made were ones of pleasure and pain. I was being rough, slamming in and out of her, the sounds of wet flesh slapping together forcefully filling my ears.
She was so close again that I growled, baring my teeth and reaching between us to smack her clit. Over and over again, I let my now damp fingers flick at that hard little bead, her cries of pleasure but also too much sensitivity filling my ears.
“I want to be the only thing you see, think about, hear, and smell. I want to ruin you for everyone and everything but me.”
I was brutal as I fucked her, as I pounded into her with such intensity I was lost, just totally fucking adrift. I had to be hurting her, my thrusts savage, intense. But she was such a good girl as she took it all, begging, whimpering, needing what only I could give her.
“Because,” I snarled, my hips slamming against her, the slap-slap-slap of my pelvis connecting with hers, of my cock tunneling into her cunt, of wet flesh echoing in the room, fueling me on. “I’m already fucking there with you.”
She closed her eyes and moaned, “Yes. Yes. Yesss.”
“I’ll flay open anyone who hurts you.” I didn’t sound remotely human, the very feral—vampiric—part of me taking control. I was just a vessel to the beast’s need. I stared at her throat, at the slight redness I could still see from my handprint. “Jesus Christ, I want all of you, and want you to want all of me. Every damaged, broken, and dark place I have, just burrow in and live there, princess.” Sweat dripped from my hairline and landed on her shaking breasts.
Slap-slap-slap-slap.
Fuck that sound was hot. Goddamn it, she was perfection.
“Because I’m already deep inside of you, Kayla, and I’m never fucking leaving.”
“I—I—” she gasped, her words cut off as she thrashed her head.
I moved one hand down to grip her throat in a firm hold. “Look at me.” My tone was demanding, not to be denied.
She blinked her eyes open, this hazy, glossed-over expression telling me my girl needed to come one last time.
Sweat dripped from my hair and covered her in splashes of my passion. “You’re gonna give it to me, princess. You’re gonna milk my cock and work me for that cum.” I kept pumping into her, so hard and fast it was my hold on her wrists that kept her from moving up the bed. “You’re gonna give me that right fucking now.” I squeezed her throat, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned out her orgasm, her body seizing up underneath me, her pussy clamping down on my cock.
My body tightened as I followed her right over the edge, as I threw my head back and roared so loud the fucking rafters shook.
I came and came and came, my seed a continuous flow from me into her, jet after jet filling her up. Holy fucking shit, I couldn’t stop orgasming, couldn’t stop until my body felt like a husk.
When her pussy had sucked my balls dry, I exhaled a shaky breath, never before feeling this weak. But fuck if I would have changed a thing.
I let go of her throat and saw the necklace I’d left, a blush-colored handprint that would soon fade, but we’d both still have the remembrance of the darker needs that turned us on.
I smoothed a thumb over her lips. Her face was relaxed, slack from her orgasms, her mouth red and pouty from my kisses. I pulled her bottom lip down and let the flesh pop back into place before gripping her chin once more.
“Give me those lips,” I murmured and leaned in to take what I wanted. She whimpered but surrendered, her arms curling around my shoulders, her hands sliding up to tangle her fingers in my hair.
We kissed for long, drugging moments, my cock still hard, but I forced myself to break the kiss and pull back from her. I could have gone another round, probably two, but my female was tired and satiated, and I knew she needed rest.