Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
She’s breathing fast. Breasts rising and falling. I can see stiff nipples through her bra, poking against her cardigan. I want to run a thumb over them, but I’m afraid she’ll try to run if I let her go.
“Why would I do that?” she whispers.
“Because once I’m on my knees, I’ll worship you.”
She shivers and a soft whimper escapes her lips. “You’re sick. You know that? You’re a broken man.”
“Yes, I am. Tell me to get on my knees.”
She stares at me. I stare right back, daring her to struggle, daring her to fight. But I know she’s broken the moment her chin tilts up and her lips part. I see the desire in her expression, the heat evaporating off her like rain from a desert road. It’s that lust, the pure and untamed primal want that drives her. Even if she hates me, and maybe even hates me more than she did before, she still wants me to fuck her.
“Get on your knees,” she whispers.
I release a groan as I do as she said. “Good girl.” I praise her as I unbutton her jeans. “You’re such a good girl. You walk around acting hard but, on the inside, all you want is to be licked, fucked, teased, and ruined. You want to be filthy for me, don’t you? And the fact that I’m the man you hate the most in the world makes it even better, doesn’t it?”
“No,” she groans as I tug her jeans down. She’s not resisting at all, and she even lifts her ass from the wall to help. “Not at all.”
Which is a complete lie. I feel it the moment I push her panties aside and run a finger up and down her slit.
“Soaking wet,” I say and lean forward to kiss her. Softly, gently, up and down, before I slide her panties down around her knees. I grip her ass with both hands as my tongue explores her pussy, her taste flooding my mouth, dripping into me like honey. I groan, unable to help myself, as she pulls my hair hard.
I press two fingers deep into her pussy.
“Tell me you like it,” I command as I fuck her and lick her clit.
She stares hate and desire down at me. “I like it when you’re down on your knees, licking my pussy.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, ecstasy rolling into my spine. “I love it when you have a filthy mouth. Makes me want to punish your pretty lips.”
“You wouldn’t know how.”
I fuck her fast with my fingers. She’s panting as I do it, but then I pull back, releasing the tension. She gasps, mouth open in shock. I step back, unbuckle my belt, and stroke my hard cock as she blinks at me in surprise.
“Your turn. Get down on your knees.”
“Jayson,” she says, not moving.
“On your knees, Fallon. You want more? You give more. Get down, filthy girl.”
Slowly, bliss hitting me like a hurricane, she obeys. My wife is so fucking pretty down there, staring up at me with a mixture of fear, hate, and need, as she tentatively takes my thick cock and strokes me.
“In your mouth now,” I command. “No more being shy. No more pretending to be demure. I know what you are.”
She moans as she starts to suck me. Fuck, it feels so good, her warm mouth and slick tongue rolling circles round my tip. She struggles to take me, and I watch her slip a hand between her legs, touching herself.
“You want to hear what you are?” I say, barely keeping myself together. “You’re a dirty slut for me. Look at you, touching your wet pussy. You hate me so much and yet you want my cock in your filthy fucking mouth.” I grab her hair and push myself deeper. “You want me to punish you, don’t you? Because you know you’re a toy for me to use.”
She moans as I fuck her mouth. I can barely keep myself under control, it feels so damn good, and the look in her eyes is bliss.
But before I come down her lovely throat, I pull back and drag her onto the couch with me, positioning her on top, her pussy on my face, and my cock still in her mouth.
“That’s right, I want to hear you moan while you suck me,” I order as my fingers do their work, sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She gives me what I want: groaning, whimpering, moaning as she sucks faster and faster, her spit rolling down my shaft.
I go crazy. I can’t help it. I hold her hips as I lick her pussy, sucking her fast and hard, before sliding my fingers inside. I run my tongue along her clit as I fuck her in and out, curling my fingers to find that perfect little spot, and it makes her back arch. She keeps my cock in her mouth the whole time, the filthy girl, my lovely, perfect girl, and soon she blisses out as her body tenses and contracts.