Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Yes,” he growled. “It’s going to hurt so fucking good, I promise you that.”
“Please,” I begged. “Do it, I want to be yours. I want to hurt for you, Rafe.”
“You are mine,” he promised me, and then he was on top of me, and my heart was pounding, and his cock was teasing my little hole, making me go crazy.
I whimpered and moved underneath him, begging so much I felt like a slut. But I was desperate, more desperate than I’d ever been in my life, and I begged him so much he finally did it; fisted his cock and pushed it into me, breaking every barrier, entering me with nothing between us, his cock in my pussy, his heart in my hand and mine is his.
“Rafael!” I cried out, the searing pain almost too much to bear.
“Shh,” he said, kissing me gently, his cock barely moving, pushing past the point of no return inside my needy cunt.
He grabbed my ass and held me up, cursing out loud.
“Tell me when it stops hurting, princess,” he said roughly. “I can barely hold back… I need to fuck you so damn bad. Just tell me when, princess, tell me fucking when.”
“Oh God,” I cried out. “Please, Rafe, please fuck me now!”
He started moving, slow at first, but losing control of himself in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Sorry, princess, I can’t slow down anymore, can’t stop now…”
He pumped into me and I moaned with him, little gasps and mewls and pleases begging him to go on and show me what I’d been missing all those years. He fucked me relentlessly, his whole body claiming mine and letting me know I’d never belong to anyone else. And I loved it, his animalistic possessiveness mixed with the gentle way he held me as he made love to me.
“You’re mine,” he growled at me. “You got that, little princess? You’re all. Fucking. Mine.”
He punctuated each word with a thrust inside me, and I cried out for him, so very desperate for more. His fingers tangled in my hair and he held me in place, looking into my eyes.
“No one else touches you,” he said feverishly. “No one else gets this. Promise me, little princess.”
“I-I promise,” I stuttered. “Nobody else… Just you, Rafe.”
“Swear!” he growled, fucking me savagely and making me cry out.
“I swear! I swear!” I whimpered, feeling something cresting inside me, so close to crying out again, so close to something I’d never experienced.
And I knew what it was, but I was too scared to admit it… That within minutes inside me he already had me so close to an orgasm when I’d never been able to give one to myself. I needed more, I needed him to keep going and fill me up, but my tongue was tied, and I was too scared to admit it out loud and tell him exactly what my body needed.
“My princess,” he laughed in my face. “I know you’re trying too hard, I know all your secrets…”
I mewled like a kitten and he drove himself deeper inside me, reaching places I didn’t even know I had. I cried out for him and begged, nothing like a princess. But I needed him so much, the combination of new sensations driving me absolutely wild.
“Please,” I said. “Please, fill me up, Rafe…”
“You want my cum?” he asked hoarsely. “Beg for it, princess, I want to know just how fucking bad you need it inside you…”
“Please Rafe,” I whimpered. “Please fill me up, please let me have it, I want to feel it inside my pussy.”
“Even like this?” he asked, his mouth so close to mine I could almost taste him. “Like this, bare, princess?”
“Bare,” I nodded. “Always bare, Rafael please…”
“I’m going to knock you up,” he growled. “You know that, don’t you, little princess? I’m going to send you home dripping and with a baby in your belly.”
“Please,” I cried out, my eyes fluttering closed as my whole body tensed, so close to that sensation I didn’t yet understand. “Please, Rafe! Let me come!”
“Come,” he said. “Come for me, princess, let me fucking see you coming, I want to feel you come apart on my cock, do it, come for me…”
I cried out and he kept his cock inside me, pushed so deep I couldn’t stop begging for more. I really felt like a little whore for him then, and even more so when my breathing crested and I said his name in a desperate whisper before I came crashing. I felt myself come all over him, soaking his cock and making him laugh at me as he kept fucking, splashing all over his crotch and covering his balls in my juices. I couldn’t stop, and I was too far gone to even be embarrassed, so I just let it happen the way it was supposed to.