Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
He swipes his fingers out of my mouth, parts my underwear, and thrusts both of them inside me. I slide forward from the force of it and stare down at the golden sink, catching my erotic face.
I know he said we’ve had sex before, but I’ve never felt as full as I am right now. The delicious, slightly painful sensation sparks my insides with novel excitement.
I’m so wet, my thighs are sticky with evidence of my pleasure. The in-and-out of his fingers is loud and erotic, echoing in my ears like a spell.
“Your tight cunt knows who it belongs to.” His muscular chest covers my back as he angles my head with his grip on my hair and whispers in my ear in hot words, “Me.”
A throaty moan leaves me when he rubs a sensitive spot inside me. My vision dances and I lower my head, unable to face the alien version staring back at me.
Eli tightens his hold and tilts my head back. “You will look at your face when you come on my fucking fingers. The ring you wear isn’t a decorative item, Mrs. King. You’re my wife. My property. Fucking mine. It’s time you properly start acting the part.”
“Not yours…” I whimper the words, even as I lose the battle with my flimsy control. I rock back and forth on his fingers, flat-out chasing my pleasure and reveling in every lick of pain and control he holds over me.
“The fuck you just say?” He speaks so close to my mouth, he nearly kisses me with every word.
The impulse to seal my lips to his is as overwhelming as the pressure pooling in my belly. But the reminder of bleeding lips and a broken heart makes me say, “I’m not yours, husband.”
And then I fall.
My body trembles with the force of the orgasm that rakes through me. It starts at my pussy, rips through my stomach, and expands to my heavy-lidded eyes.
My legs shake so badly that I’d drop to the ground if it weren’t for Eli’s savage grip on me. He’s still thrusting his fingers in me as I ride my orgasm. His touch is firm and his face no different than a tyrant warlord about to order the massacre of a few villages.
My insides liquefy and I find myself lured into that gaze and the dangerous promise in it.
This man can hurt me, in more ways than one.
And yet as he strokes my clit with his thumb and adds a third finger, I’m there, ready for the free fall and all.
“Not mine you say?” His eerily calm tone should alarm me, but I’m too horny to care, too close to another explosive release.
I’d do anything for a bit more pressure.
“Mmm,” I whine.
While I hate the man with every fiber of my being, he’s hotter than sin and infuriatingly knows the right buttons to push.
Which he does, again and again, hitting that spot inside me while stroking my clit.
White stars form behind my lids and the rush of adrenaline nearly engulfs me. “Yes, yes, yes…right there…”
I’m downright begging now, but I couldn’t care less.
If I’m suffering the misfortune of being married to Eli, the least he can do is satisfy my basic needs.
“Here?” he asks with an amused tone, but he’s not fooling anyone. I can feel his engorged cock against my arse and I wiggle some more, rubbing against him and sliding my covered breasts over the edge of the sink for friction.
“Yes, oh God. More.” I moan as a wave stronger than the first grabs hold of me. My core tingles in preparation for the orgasm.
Before it can hit, however, Eli slips his fingers out and rips my underwear against my starving pussy.
“W-what?” I try to turn in his direction, but his grip on my hair keeps me in place.
The savage shoves the scraps of my knickers in my mouth with his fingers, stuffing me full. “Lick them clean, Mrs. King. I want you to swallow every last drop.”
My tongue laps around the fingers, which is a bit awkward with my underwear in the mix. I don’t know how or why I do it. Maybe it’s hope that after I do, he’ll finish what he started.
My cheeks warm the more I taste myself. On Eli’s fingers.
God. This is fucked up.
But I do it more enthusiastically, lapping my tongue around his fingers and deep-throating them as I stare at his eyes. Then I slow my pace and bat my lashes at him.
A muscle clenches in his jaw as he slips out his fingers. “Don’t flirt.”
I spit out the underwear and slide my arse up and down his erection. “Finish what you started.”
“You lost that opportunity when you challenged me. Only good girls get rewarded.” He shoves the underwear in my mouth again, releases me, and retrieves his phone.