Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Her head tips back, eyes half closed. One hand on her hip, I catch her jaw with the other and direct it to where we’re joined. “Look at how I fuck you. Do you see how your cunt was made for me? It’s mine, isn’t it?”
“Yours…” she whimpers, watching me fucking her with absolute fascination.
And I swear my dick hardens further the more she releases those noises and tries to adjust herself to take me all in.
She still struggles with my size sometimes because she’s too tiny and I’m too big, but I have all sorts of toys to prep her, to make her enjoy this as much as I do.
There are no toys now, and she’s fully lubricated, but the slight pain is her aphrodisiac. She’s a glutton for pain, my Annika, just like I’m a glutton for inflicting it.
So I bite her throat. “Such a good girl. Come for me.”
She does, shattering around my cock, milking it and grinding against me.
I go for a few more strokes, fast, hard, and absolutely animalistic. I break her with my cock, but she takes everything I dish out and more. Then the words that are my undoing spill out of her lips like a chant.
“I love you, Creigh, I love you.”
I come then, hard and long and with a deep grunt that anyone on the other side of the door could hear.
Once I’ve emptied inside her, I hold her against me and whisper, “I love you, too.”
She sighs into my neck, her breathing fluttering against my skin, and we remain like that for what seems like an hour.
When we pull apart, I can’t resist fucking my cum back into her cunt, making her whimper and release soft moans.
“One day, you’re going to marry me and let me fill this cunt with my babies, aren’t you, Annika?”
Her breath hitches as she rocks against my hand, her arousal coating me. “We’re still too young for marriage.”
“Age is just a number, and you’ll marry me, Annika. I’m the only one you’ll marry, right?”
She sighs. “You are.”
“Good.” I grin. “It’s time I turn my threat to your father into a reality.”
“You’re so bad.” She strokes my cheek but is smiling. “But my kind of bad.”
“And you’re my very good girl.”
She shudders at that, and I kiss her lips, sealing our future.
Then I take a picture to post as a reminder for the whole world.
THE END
Next up is God of Wrath.