Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Beautiful girl,” he murmurs. “Look at you. I had a dream about you once, but this is better. Pink nipples. So stiff already.” His praise is like lightning up my spine, making my brain bleed more raw want.
“We both know this is a mistake,” I whisper as he pushes me back onto the bed.
He drops to his knees. Darkness and light play across his face. I realize the sun’s coming up as he pulls off my jeans, followed by my panties. He’s not bothering to take it slow.
“Maybe,” he says, kissing my inner thigh, sloppy and starving. “But you’re worth it.”
I squirm, gasping with pleasure. “Is that a line you use a lot?”
“Never said that before in my life.” He finds my pussy, murmuring his delight. “But I mean it.” I’m dripping wet, practically running down onto the sheets. I dig my fingers into the comforter, jaw clenched tight, taking short, gasping breaths as he licks me, bottom to top, tasting me, teasing me. “Lovely. Delicious. How did I get so lucky, finding you in that room?”
“Fuck,” I say, closing my eyes as pleasure rips into my spine. “Doesn’t feel lucky to me.”
“I can change that.” He sucks my clit, licks me faster. “I told you I’d keep you safe, little Ren. I meant it. I’ll keep you safe, I’ll make you feel good.” He slides two fingers deep inside of me. My back arches. Pleasure breaks over me in waves. “I’ll give you everything you want if you’re willing to give back.”
“Maybe I’m selfish,” I moan, biting my lip, even though it’s not true. If he keeps doing that, I’ll do all sorts of explicit, filthy things to him, just so I can feel this again.
“I don’t think you are.” He licks me as he finger-fucks me. “I think you’re the self-sacrificing type. Hardened but beautiful. You need someone to make you feel good. You need to stop worrying about everyone else and start worrying about yourself. You need a release.”
“Yes,” I whisper, moaning with abandon now. How the fuck does this guy know me so well already? Like he can see through my hard facade, down to the exhausted girl struggling to keep her head above water. “Yes, fuck, Lanzo, yes.”
He goes faster, licking, sucking, finger-fucking my wet pussy, making delightfully filthy sounds as he does it, praising me the whole time, until I can’t take it anymore.
I come like I’ll never wake up after. I’m gasping, fingers gripping the bed, back arched, and he doesn’t hold back. He keeps going, going, going, until the orgasm leaves me wiped out and ruined, a panting, drooling mess.
He leans back, staring at me as he licks his fingers clean.
“Right now, you’re perfect, just like that.” He leans over me, staring into my face, looking down at my body, at my breasts like he’s never seen a woman so lovely before in his life. That look is intoxicating. That look is dangerous. “I need to mark you, my little Ren.”
“Wait, what—”
But too late. He bites me hard above my right breast, enough that I squirm away. I sit back against the headboard, hand over the spot. His teeth left little red welts. “Fuck, you asshole, that’s going to bruise.”
“Good.” He lies at the end of the bed, spread out, muscular arm propping his chest up. “You’ll think of me the next time you look in the mirror.”
“You’re a maniac. Next time you plan on biting, go bite yourself instead.”
“No, thanks. But does that mean there’s going to be a next time?”
I feel my face flush. “After that little marking thing? I doubt it.”
He laughs, stretching, grinning like he got a release too. Though I notice his cock is still very hard and really straining against his pants. I lick my lips, heart pulsing, heat building between my legs again. “I think you’ll come around. Actually, I think you’ll like it.”
“Doubtful.”
He crawls forward, pinning me down against the bed. “I’m very sure of that.” He leans forward, kissing my neck again. “I was going to be patient with you, but now I’m not sure I can be.” His hard cock rubs against my pussy. “Actually, I’m sure I can’t.”
“Maybe you need to learn some more self-control.”
“No, I don’t think that’s it.” He leans back, takes off his jeans, and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his hips, biting my lip. His cock’s massive, thick and rock-hard, pressed against my soaking pussy through the fabric of his boxer briefs. “I think you need me inside of you.”
My heart pulses rapidly. I blink at him, shaking my head. “That’s presumptuous. What if I already got what I wanted?”
“Then I’d say you’re lying.” He grabs my hips, moves me slightly, dragging me down his shaft then back up again. I take over, grinding into him. Panting slightly. Little gasps escaping my lips. “I think you want me to fuck you.”