Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“One more sound from you, bitch, and I will choke you with my goddamn cock. Do you understand?”
I nodded, as pleasure at the idea of his cock so deep in my throat that I gagged overcame me. He rose and reached between us. I heard his belt buckle and then his zipper. I looked down as he met my gaze. He reached inside the fabric of his boxer briefs and pulled his thick cock free. I couldn’t stop the mmm sound that rose from my chest. I wanted it in me, on me. I was desperate for it.
“Put your hands above your head. And don’t fucking move them,” he rasped.
I did as he said, the threat in his eyes frightening yet somehow an aphrodisiac at the same time. I wanted all of him, to give myself over to whatever desires or needs he had. Then I remembered how much I wanted the fight, the brutal passion that fueled my darkest fantasies. I wanted HardcoreDom.
I rebelled. I swung my hand up, palm open and ready to hurt him. I didn’t make it. He caught my wrist and slammed it down.
“You little cunt. I’m going to make you regret that.” He grinned, the dimples that were once angelic now the opposite. He was a demon – my demon. I breathed out hard.
He crushed my hands together above my head before looping his belt around them and pulling it tight. I was held fast. There was no escape from the belt, no escape from him. I started panting, desire fogging up my mind.
He spread my legs, pushing my knees apart and wedging himself between my thighs.
The bare head of his cock probed against my slick folds. Then he bent his head and captured one of my nipples in his mouth. I moaned at the sensation of his wicked tongue flicking and licking me. He didn’t stop, only handled my other breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb. He squeezed the mound until it almost hurt. I arched up into his hand, wanting more.
He rubbed and licked and squeezed until I was writhing beneath him.
“Jericho,” I breathed.
“Shut up,” he growled and reached for my torn dress, ripping a piece of the ruined fabric before stuffing it into my mouth.
He angled his cock so he was at my opening. He thrust into me, seating himself deep and hard. I was unused to the sensation of being filled, especially by something as large his cock. I cried out, but the sound was muffled by the linen.
“Much better. Scream all you want now, Goldilocks.” He gave me only a moment to adjust before he moved against my slick walls.
My pussy clutched at him, wanting more and more even though what he’d already given was far more than I had ever taken. His cock was thick, long, and unbelievably hot. I moved my bound hands down instinctively, trying to leverage myself against him.
He wrenched them back above my head and held them there. He put his free palm at my throat, squeezing as he fucked me in a pounding rhythm. His green eyes were all I could see. Possessive, insistent, animal – they were no longer the eyes of a family friend, they belonged instead to a predator. I shivered, lit up with tremors of bliss from the inside.
He used me, fucking me harder and harder. Pleasure and pain mixed and blended into something far hotter than either of them separately.
I arched up to him, my tits rubbing against his hard chest as he took me roughly. My hands gripped the belt. My fingernails dug into the supple leather as he rode me. He grunted with the force of his impacts, and the headboard rang against the wall with each punishing shove.
I angled my hips so he hit my clit with his strokes. The sheer power of his body ruined me, spoiled me. My cries grew louder against the fabric in my mouth. He squeezed my throat harder, the edges of my vision darkening.
I couldn’t fully catch my breath, though I couldn’t tell if it was my desire choking me or Jericho. I was pinned and spread beneath him, taking his punishing fucking and loving every minute of it. The darkness spread from the edges inwards as I struggled to breathe.
Then Jericho let go. So did I. I screamed my release, sudden and overwhelming. My pussy convulsed and seized around his punishing shaft.
“Fuck, Goldilocks,” he grated at my ear.
He reared back, a fine sheen of sweat along his body. I focused on him as I rode the edge of my release and shattered again, the force of his cock driving my pussy into a freefall of orgasm. I froze and took the pounding. No more give and take, only take. I took all of him.
He groaned to the ceiling and I felt his cock kicking inside me, filling me as I lay paralyzed beneath him, limp and spent. After he gave me a few more deep, powerful strokes he let out a labored breath.