Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
With my other hand, I started to unbutton the front of her dress, easing it off her shoulders, leaving her bare before me. I could already see her bare pussy was fucking glistening with wetness. My knuckles caressed the roundness of her breasts as her nipples hardened from my touch. Everywhere my fingers went, they left behind a craving for more.
The way she breathed.
The way she subtly leaned into my embrace.
The way her mouth parted and her tongue moved to wet her dry lips.
Her goddamn body trembled with every movement of my hand.
I leaned forward, lightly touching my lips against her ear. “I’m going to make you beg,” I murmured, not being able to control the insatiable urge.
She drew in a breath against my lips, as soon as my fingers found her wet folds. I roughly pushed my middle finger into her pussy, causing her to gasp from the intrusion, but she quickly recovered. Melting into my hand.
“If you’re a good girl, I may let you come. Is that what you want?” I taunted, knowing damn well it was.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Say it.”
“I want to come.”
I finger fucked her until her eyes closed, her knees buckled, and the scent of her arousal surrounded us like it was a part of the goddamn air. When I felt like she was close to coming, I pulled my fingers out of her pulsating pussy.
Her eyes instantly opened, chest heaving, anticipating my next move.
“What do you say?” I coaxed, trying to hold back my impatience from asking the fucking question again.
She enticed my lips to touch hers. “I want to come,” she whispered against them.
I smacked her pussy, hard. She shuddered, whimpering.
“What. Do. You. Say?” I gritted out.
Her eyes dilated, trying to step aside, but I grabbed her around her throat and shoved her against the wall, holding her in place with my tight grasp. Her hands instantaneously went right to mine. Prying at my fingers to let go.
“Did I say you could go, yet?” I sneered, trying to hide my pleasure to her pain I was causing.
Her eyes darkened.
“You wanted El Diablo to fuck you, right? Isn’t that what you said? Isn’t that why you got down on your knees and sucked my cock in a goddamn elevator?”
“Fuck you!” she shouted not backing down.
My cock twitched.
“What do you say?” I repeated, pressing her harder against the wall.
She glared. “Let me go or I’ll scream.”
I grinned, tightening my hold around her neck. “Scream,” I paused. “I fucking dare you.”
Her mouth opened as I intensified my grip, lifting her off the floor a little, so she couldn’t make a sound. I tilted my head and pouted, wanting to provoke her even more. Her pussy was fucking wetter, visually betraying her exaggerated stare.
“Don’t knock on the devil’s door, sweetheart, and expect him not to answer.” I brought my fingers up to my mouth, licking them. Placing them back on her clit, rubbing her bright red nub faster and with no mercy.
If there was one pivotal lesson I learned about a woman, they loved to be stimulated, slowly. Let them ease into your hand or mouth. Too much stimulation wasn’t entirely bad, it wasn’t entirely good either.
Finally easing up on my torturous movements against her clit, caressing it side-to-side with the palm of my hand. It didn’t take long for her eyes to glaze over and her breathing to even out.
My stare caught her dark dilated eyes. Fighting the urge to give me what I wanted, but knowing I would make her come if she did. The internal battle was evident all over her face.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Please…” she panted.
“Please, what?”
“Please… make me come…” she breathed out effortlessly.
I smiled, big and wide, my dark eyes mirroring hers. I let her go, pushing her down onto her knees. Not letting her come.
She obviously didn’t know who the fuck she was dealing with, and my patience was already wearing very thin.
She peered up at me with hooded eyes, completely sedated and confused. She reached for my cock, but I shoved her off, and turned around. Tucking my dick back in my slacks, hitting the elevator button. Making it move again.
“What the fuck?” she breathed out.
“My cock deserves better, sweetheart. I'd call you a cunt, but you clearly lack the depth and warmth.”
“Go to Hell,” she spat, gathering her things.
“I live there.”
I walked out without looking back.
I wish I could tell you things got easier for me.
I wish I could tell you I never felt any more sadness.
I wish I could tell you I didn’t cry again.
That my story got better.
It didn’t…
If anything, it got worse.
Four years had gone by since my mother accidentally committed suicide with me in her arms. The coroner concluded it was an accidental overdose. She mixed too many different pills, and it caused her to go into cardiac arrest. My stepdad never let me forget that she accidentally took her life.