Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
The look he gave me said I wasn’t to disobey. And I don’t want to. I moved onto my belly, looking over my shoulder, needing to see this, watch this act. He wasted no time. He moved all the way toward the end of the bed, lifted his arm up, and before I could brace myself, he was bringing the leather right across my ass.
I had no time to react, to process any of this because he kept hitting me, bringing that wickedly good leather down on my flesh, sensitizing it, making it burn, tingle. Hot tears of pleasure fell from my eyes, burning their way down my cheeks like Cameron was doing with that belt on my flesh.
All the while he stared right into my eyes, his look hot, pleasure-filled. He got off on this, hearing my gasps of pain, my swift inhalations of pleasure. He was getting excited by the fact he caused me this agony while gracing me with ecstasy.
“Spread even wider,” he ordered, and I obeyed. I had my teeth gritted so tightly I felt like they’d break. Beads of sweat started to line my skin, a visual of how strained I was, how excited he made me feel. I anticipated this, was curious about how far he’d go. Would he be gentle this first time with me? The rational part of me screamed no.
And when he brought the belt down on my ass once more, the leather stinging, maybe even breaking the skin, I cried out.
“That’s it,” he said low, almost too softly for me to hear. He slipped his hand between my legs, and a startled sound left me. “So wet. You cry, but you like this.”
And then I heard the clank of what I assumed was the belt hitting the floor. The weight of him covered my back, the hard length of his dick settling right between my folds. I was breathing so hard, the air leaving me, making the sheets humid, hot. I was hyperventilating. Could you pass out while lying down?
“Calm yourself,” he said right by my ear.
The thick, long length between his thighs, nestled right at my pussy, was intimidating.
God. I thought for a second about how he wouldn’t fit, how the pain would be too much. He’d split me in two, make me hurt, bleed in ways that had nothing to do with taking my hymen. But even though I had those thoughts, I knew he’d fit, knew he’d stretch me, make me take all of him. He’d make me feel good.
Cameron started rubbing the thick crest of his cock up and down my slit, showing me what was to come, what he offered. And when he rubbed it over my clit, eliciting a little moan from me, I felt like I’d suffocate from the pressure of it all.
“There’s no going back. Ready or not, Sofia, I’m about to devour you.” He pressed the head of his dick right at my entrance. My entire body tensed on its own, and I was unable to control it. His hold on my hips hurt so good. Then he pushed into me, making me take it, making me bite my lips until blood welled under my teeth and coated my tongue. The metallic flavor filled my mouth, a shock to my senses.
He placed both hands beside my head as he continued to make me take his dick. Sweat bloomed between my shoulder blades, and, as if it was a temptation for Cameron, he lowered his head and ran his tongue along the valley between them.
He pulled out slowly and pushed back. Over and over, tormenting me, making me weep with how much more I wanted. I clutched at the sheets, drawing them close to my face, saturating them with my tears, my honesty.
There was darkness and light, literally and figuratively. In that moment I was his, the same as he was mine. That discomfort and pain slowly started to diminish. My virginity was gone, my virtue, innocence, in the hands of this man.
And then he started thrusting into me like the rope tethering him to reality had snapped. He slammed into me so forcefully my body was shoved up the bed. He gripped my waist, keeping me in place, making me the vessel for his pleasure…for my pleasure.
The pain took my breath away, the ecstasy confusing the hell out of me. I was full, so damn full of his cock I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even contemplate what was happening.
I watched him over my shoulder, saw that he was focused on where we were connected, where he impaled me. His frantic thrusting slowed, and in its place was this lazy, prolonged swing of his hips against me, pushing his dick farther into me, making me take all of him.
“You want more, want me to give you so much more you can’t even breathe?” He never stopped moving in and out of me.