Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I lick the lobe of her ear, then bite down again before I whisper, “I’ll start by taking you against the wall.”
Her body goes slack, like every time she’s surprised or lost for words.
I release her nipple, keeping my powerful hold around her neck. Then I shove her dress up to her waist and yank down her panties so that they’re looped around her ankles.
Her yelp echoes in the air, mixing with the low chatter and the music playing outside.
I thrust two fingers into her tight cunt and grunt when her arousal immediately swallows them in. I add a third and pound the three of them inside her, slapping the heel of my palm against her swollen clit.
Naomi whimpers, her head jolting back and her body tightening further around mine.
“Stay still.”
“That…hurts…” she moans.
“Don’t tempt me into adding another one.”
“It really hurts…God…it hurts…”
“It’s supposed to.”
“Sebastian…”
“Don’t say my fucking name in that tone.”
“Sebastian…please…”
“Please what? More?”
“Please…”
“You love it when it hurts, don’t you, my dirty little slut?”
She purses her lips even as her arousal echoes in the air with each of my savage thrusts.
Her tiny body shakes with the impact and her moans turn throatier and deeper. Whether they’re in pleasure or in pain, I have no clue.
“Say it, Naomi. Say you love it when it hurts.”
“No…”
I pull out of her in one go, ripping a noisy protest from her lips. She doesn’t move even after I fully release her, remaining in position, her legs slightly parted, her lips open.
It takes me a moment I don’t have to unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants, and free my engorged dick.
A drop of precum slides down my hand as I push her into the wall and slap her thighs apart.
She cries out but opens them the farthest possible with her panties looped around her ankles.
I slide my dick against her sensitive folds, grunting when her juices coat me, pulling me in and inviting me to go all the way inside.
“Say you love it when I hurt you, Naomi. Say you love the sting of pain and the twisted monstrosity of it all.”
“Oh, God…”
“Those aren’t the words I asked for. Try again.”
She rolls her hips as I slide the crown to her opening. It’s swallowing me in so I’ll fuck it and Naomi until neither of us can move.
And as much as my dick wants to, I deny it and myself the pleasure.
This might be about sex, but it’s also about proving a point to her.
And myself.
So I slide out and rub my dick against her folds instead. “Feel that, my slut? That’s your greedy cunt luring me in to tear through it and fuck it all night long.”
“Sebastian…” The sound of my name is caught between frustration and a plea.
“Say the words, Naomi, or I’ll leave you unsatisfied and aching.”
“Please…”
“I didn’t ask you to beg.”
“Please…please…”
“Stop begging me and admit it, Naomi. Admit that you love the pain.”
“I do.”
“I didn’t hear that. Speak louder.”
“I do.” She sobs. “I love the pain. I love when you lash it out of me and make me breathless with your intensity, so please…please…Sebastian. Don’t torture me anymore.”
“Maybe I’m in the mood to. Maybe I plan to keep you on the edge all night long, then leave you a wanton mess, unable to get off. You’ll finger your tight pussy to the memory of me all night long, but you won’t get the satisfaction your body needs.”
“No…please.”
I slide my dick through her inviting folds, down to her opening, and then up to her clit. But I don’t give her enough friction to get off, and although it’s faltering with how much I want to own her all night long, I hold on to my control.
But the need to torment her pulses through me in waves. I want to keep her hanging onto the idea of me, of us, even if it means I’ll be torturing myself, too.
“Maybe I’m in the mood to never give you my dick again.”
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
“Maybe I’ll make you beg for it, then deny you the pleasure.”
Up.
Down.
Rub.
“Maybe I’ll use your mouth, then toss you aside because you mean fucking nothing.”
She sobs, a low, raw sound that pierces through my chest, and for some reason, it doesn’t feel like it’s due to the lack of sexual satisfaction.
“Sebastian…please stop…”
“Stop what?”
“Stop this madness…please.”
“That word doesn’t stop me and you know it.”
I wait for her to use the word that actually does stop me, but she doesn’t.
Not even when her sniffles and sobs fill the air. Not even when she’s flat out shaking.
This time, when her cunt swallows me, I thrust all the way in.
Naomi’s startled gasp mixes with my deep grunt as I power into her tight heat. I tell myself that I’ll savor it this time, that I’ll take it slow and moderate. But the moment her cunt strangles me, I lose every last shred of my control.