Broken Strings – Rythm And Tempo Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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“That’s it, pretty girl,” Gunner growls. “Let the world hear you scream.”

His hands move to my face, forcing his thumbs into the corners of my mouth and pulling my lips open. “Stick out that tongue for me.”

Gunner smiles as he thrusts his hips wildly. The pain of my fingers and his massive cock stretching me is beyond my wildest dreams. “My cock won’t be the only thing in this pussy, Sparrow. Anytime I want, I’ll shove something in this sweet cunt so you know who it belongs to now.”

The mouth on this man. The words he utters are so hypnotic that I’m pretty sure I’ll do anything he wants and say thank you. Not only would I thank him, but I’d also beg him to do more.

Gunner’s groans and visceral sounds enhance the pleasure of his cock. He ruts into me with such force that my back scrapes the tree bark. A month ago, I would have worried about the scrapes, bruises, and tears in my skin that I’d put a stop to it all. But I want more. More pain, more marks, more of Gunner’s forceful pounding in my pussy.

“More,” I squeak around his thumbs. “Give me more. Make me feel.”

“Stick out your tongue, slut.”

I do as he asks, panting like a dog begging for attention and exhilarated by what he’ll do next. I want to tell him to hold my head in the dirt and fuck me like I’m nothing. To rip my hair out as he drags me around the forest floor. I long for his teeth marks tattooing my skin.

Gunner nods as if able to read my mind and spits on my tongue. “You want to be my little slut, don’t you, Sparrow?”

I nod as I swallow his spit. I’ll be whatever he wants so long as he keeps me on the cusp of intoxication. This is the high I crave. I want my blood steeped in his dirty words and the roughness of his touch.

He removes his thumbs, and I instantly want to cry.

Gunner grabs my throat mercilessly. The humor is gone from his eyes, replaced with something more carnal. “Did I tell you to swallow, slut?”

I’m taken aback but also exhilarated by the sudden force of his touch. Gunner seems to possess the perfect balance of endearing and terrifying.

When I don’t respond as quickly as Gunner would like, he grips my chin forcefully. “You know, slut, you need to get better at answering questions. Now, let’s try that again. Did I tell you to swallow?”

“No,” I moan as he slams into me.

“Then why did you?”

“I wanted to.”

In a flash, Gunner’s arms are around my waist as our bodies fall to the ground, but I don’t sense the impact of the hit. My fingers never leave my pussy, and Gunner’s cock is still inside me, but my body is on top of his. He winces for a second but quickly recovers. His back must be killing him. I want to ask him how he is and if he needs anything, but something tells me I’m not breaking the scene. At least not for his sake.

“You could’ve had it easy, pretty girl. But you don’t want to be a good girl, do you? Being treated with respect and receiving pleasure seems adversarial with who you really are.” Gunner spits again, and this time, it lands on my face, directly above my eyelid.

I close my eyes to rid myself of the liquid, but all I do is spread the spit and make his face appear blurry.

“Bad little girls get treated like fuck toys. I’m going to destroy you, Sparrow. When I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but a dirty cum rag.”

I pull my fingers out of my pussy, pushing until Gunner is above me. “More,” I whisper as I hold him, longing to meld my body with his.

Gunner growls in my ear as his hips rise, going deeper than I thought humanly possible.

Passion ignites as I dig my fingers into his back and draw blood. Gunner doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it encourages him to push faster and further as he thrusts into me with wild force.

His warm breath hits my ear. “That’s a pretty girl. Show me how much you want to be treated like a pathetic cum dump.”

“More, please, Gunner, I want more.”

Gunner smirks before grabbing my throat and squeezing. “Insatiable little whore.”

I shiver as lightheadedness hits me. This man could fulfill all my sexual desires without breaking a sweat. He holds my throat with one hand as the other slaps my face. Each tap of his palm has my pussy on fire.

Gunner moves from my face and slaps my tits, one, then the other, never once breaking his violent thrusts. “The world thinks you’re so good, don’t they, Cash? But you and I know you’re a worthless little whore.”


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