Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“It’s okay, pretty. This sweet cunt of yours is screaming for my cock. I just had to get you all good and wet for me. I want to feel your cunt milking my cock, and you will scream my fucking name when you come. Do you hear me? No one else’s will leave those pretty lips.”
And before I can respond, I feel him at my entrance. He drives into me nice and slow, his hands on my hips taking full control. And I let him because I like the power he excites in me.
It’s intoxicating.
He is intoxicating.
And I’m drunk from everything he is.
I thought the only high I could reach was when I took someone’s power, but how wrong I was. Max delivers me to a different high, and I completely understand the power of sex and all that it holds, especially when it’s with someone who knows exactly what they are doing. And believe me when I say Max knows precisely what he’s doing with his cock and with my pussy.
“You feel that, pretty? You feel how good we are together?”
“Yes!” I scream, and he slaps my ass before he grips me again, moving faster. His hand comes around and rubs my clit, giving me all the friction I need to bring me right to the edge.
Max is incredible.
And I’m here for it.
Every second of it.
Is there a world where you can fuck all the time? If so, I want to visit it and book a permanent stay.
“Those lips will only ever touch mine again, correct?” he growls, and I can only nod in answer, but he slaps my ass. “Say it.”
“Yes, Max.”
“That’s my good pretty.”
He fucks me hard and fast, brutally and beautifully.
And as I come, he doesn’t slow down. Max holds me up when I can no longer do so myself, and I feel a second orgasm cresting before I can even catch a breath. He doesn’t stop, and I’m not sure I want him to. I feel it when he comes, my own release exploding at the same time. His hands grip my hair, and he pulls my head back as he rides me through our pleasure.
Once we’re both spent, he stands, as if invigorated, dresses with a smile, then dresses me gently, all while I lie limply on the ground, unable to move. When my clothes are righted, he picks me up and carries me to his tent, then he settles me inside with a kiss to my head before he leaves. I curl up in a ball, ready to pass out, when he comes back with a bowl full of food.
“Eat. I need you strong.”
I do as he asks, not having to be told twice.
Max sits opposite me, feeding me each piece of fruit before he also takes his own bites. We sit in silence, as sometimes words are simply not needed. And with him, the moment feels like bliss.
When I’m done, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me until I’m breathless, telling me he’ll be back and to dream of him.
I’m exhausted, but it’s a long time before I pass out and do just that.
And it’s the most peaceful night of sleep I can remember having.
Loud noises wake me, echoing all around me. Before I can even think better of it, I’m out of the tent and heading straight toward the commotion. I spot the source immediately—Tanya and Melvon are standing with Max, arguing to see me.
Tanya spots me and calls out my name.
Max whips his gaze to mine and shakes his head. “She isn’t going with you,” he tells them.
“What are you, her keeper?” my sister asks with her hands on her hips. Melvon is quiet at her side. She pushes past him and comes directly to me, grabbing me by the shoulders and checking me over. “You didn’t come back. Why didn’t you come back?”
“You know why,” I tell her, pulling away.
“She would never hurt you.”
“I don’t think she can hurt me, Tanya, but she will try anything for her daughters.”
“I want you to come back. She asked that I bring you back, where it’s safe.”
“It’s not safe anywhere.” That’s when I look around and realize we are in a quadrant, a place where we once shopped for food and anything we could afford. What once was a thriving market is now next to nothing. “But I don’t plan to go back there.”
“Where do you plan to go?” she asks, her voice growing more frantic. “Here?” She waves her hand around the quadrant. “This is nowhere. You are going nowhere.”
“We are going to the castle.” We both turn at Max’s voice. He has a determined look on his face. “We will talk to your king. If he doesn’t let us stay, I’ll have no choice but to end him.”