Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
She found her mark and led me inside while wrapping her legs around me as if to hold me in place, and I was lost. Once again, at her mercy. “Open your eyes.” I couldn’t help going back on my own words because I love the way her eyes dim as she stretches to take me. Love that cute little sound she makes just before I bottom out in her tightness, the way she squeezes, “I told you not to move, not to squeeze, oh damn.” I wheezed the words out just before my body took over, and all was lost.
For the next little while, we rocked against each other as I tried to get even deeper inside her, but there was nowhere else to go. She wasn’t much better, clutching at me with her arms and legs, whining in my ear as she fought to cum again. Something wild and untamed was unleashed inside of me, and she bore the brunt of it. Not that she was complaining.
She tore the skin off my back and pounded the hell out of my ass with her heels while her lips rubbed mine raw, and it was glorious. When I felt her body tense, I released her lips and moved mine to her ear. That’s all it took, one not-so-gentle nibble of her ear to send her spiraling out of control and taking me right along with her.
“Shit, let go. Let go, Lisa, Annalisa.” I was talking into the wind because she didn’t stop, didn’t let go, and instead clamped her pussy walls down harder around my now shooting cock. I guess she forgot that birth control shit isn’t foolproof and doesn’t kick in right away.
She didn’t let go until she’d drained my balls, and even then, I had to wait through her mini aftershocks that went on for a good five minutes. By the time she was done, my cock was already looking to go again, so we did. Only for me to hear her complain about being sore as soon as she got her fix.
I pulled out and rolled away from her, completely depleted. A look at the bedside clock showed that two hours had passed since I started playing around with her. Our time here was almost at an end, and I found that I hated it. I liked the time spent here with her, even though what led up to it I could do without.
My phone had been going off all day, but I ignored it in favor of spending this time with her. No one had brought it up, but I knew she probably had a fight on her hand with this Susie thing, though I felt way more reassured after meeting her parents. I guess I’ve been fighting that demon for so long that it was hard for me to close my eyes or let my guard down too soon. That reminds me.
“I still haven’t punished you yet.”
“Punish me for what?”
“For going after Susie even though you knew she was dangerous.”
“You’re still on that?”
“Yeah, I am. Because I have to let you know starting now that I am not your father, and you will not be leading me around by the nose. Not you nor any of the other personalities you have running around in that head of yours.”
SUSIE
“It’s about time you got here. What took you so long? I haven’t bathed in two days; I need to get out of here.” I yelled through the bars of the cell at the family lawyer as soon as he walked in.
“I’m sorry you’ve had it so rough, Miss. Powell, but as it was the weekend, things didn’t move as quickly as they should. I was told that there are showers here and clothing as….”
“You expect me to bathe in a prison? To wear those disgusting things that who knows how many others have worn? Are you insane? And why haven’t anyone been answering my calls all weekend?” I stomped my foot, forgetting the new sprain, and the pain made me double over in agony.
I’m sure I need to see a doctor, but the stupid cop who looked at it claimed it wasn’t as serious as all that and just put an icepack and sprayed some awful smelling stuff on it that though it worked for a while, wore off pretty quickly. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was done purposely and that the times I’d called out for help and was ignored were all deliberate.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t reach anyone; your parents had prior engagements to attend to.” Is he trying to vex me to death? And why the hell is he being so informal in his speech? I glared at him to make my displeasure known, but even I knew it didn’t carry as much weight as usual because of my present condition. I was dirty, grimy, wounded, and I probably smelled. Not my best moment, and it was all thanks to that bitch.