Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
She shivered again.
“But I want my cock in your cunt. Stand and face me again,” he said with that deep voice that did something wicked to her insides.
When she stood and turned so she was facing him, she tried to catch her breath. Big looked dangerous right now, scary almost. It turned her on even more.
“I take what I want when I want, and what I want is you, Claire.” His voice was hard and unyielding.
“I’m yours, Big.”
“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?”
She nodded, her throat too tight to speak now.
“You know what I especially love about you, baby?”
She knew it wasn’t an actual question.
“I love that I fuck you, make you hurt oh so good, and you always begged for more. Everything about you gets me off. Makes me hard.” He moved closer to her, reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. He cupped her chin, tilted her head back, and she looked up into his face, seeing the dominance in his expression. “I only want you. I’ve only ever wanted you. I fucked up, Claire, but I want to make it right.”
“Big…” She breathed out his name.
He moved several feet away from her. “I want you on your hands and knees, Claire. I want you to crawl for me. Crawl to me.”
She was so aroused right now, wet and needy, her pussy cream slipping down her inner thighs. Once she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air and her tits hanging freely, all Claire could think about, absorbed, was the way he watched her with hooded eyes.
He had his hand on his cock, rubbing himself through his jeans. Claire didn’t waste any time moving toward him.
The floor was cold and hard beneath her hands and knees, but she liked the discomfort, craved it because it gave her pleasure in the end. Big looked dangerous and dark, menacing. She thought about what he liked, how he liked spanking her, tying her up, giving her bruises because she screamed for more.
When she was right in front of him, she looked up at his face. He had a stoic expression, but his eyes told her how much he was turned on.
“Sit back for me.”
She did what he said, her pulse beating so fast she felt dizzy.
He unbuckled his belt, pulling it out slowly through the loops until the leather was free. He set it on the bed and undid the button and zipper of his pants. He grabbed his cock out of the fly of his jeans, his gaze on her, his expression stern.
Every part of Big was hard, physically and mentally. He was just a very intense man, one who didn’t back down, who took what he wanted, and who never apologized.
He started stroking himself up and down slowly, from root to tip, his chest rising and falling as his breathing picked up. He liked her watching him jerk off, liked her being the voyeur while he was the exhibitionist.
Her mouth dried, her pussy clenched and became wetter, and her clit throbbed in time with her pulse.
“You like being on your hands and knees crawling to me and doing what I say,” he said without any emotion in his voice.
“You know I like doing what you say.” It got her off, because even if it seemed like she wasn’t in control, the fact was she held a hell of a lot of power right now.
“You’re mine, Claire. My little pain slut. My woman. My everything.”
These were things he used to say to her before she left, things that were always said in the heat of the moment but never when they weren’t fucking.
Of course, she knew he cared about her, but she never felt that it would go any further, that he’d want any more than what they were doing.
She looked at his dick as he stroked himself from base to tip, and her pussy clenched painfully hard at his size. Big was a large man all around, and his cock was no different. That’s the reason he got his nickname, because what he sported between his thighs was nothing short of monstrous.
“You like looking at it, Claire?”
She nodded, not moving her gaze from his dick.
“Stop staring at it and suck my cock. Suck it like you’re starving for it.” He was firm and unyielding in his command, and she shivered in response.
She crawled toward him, making sure to stay on her hands and knees because that’s how Big liked seeing her—surrendering, submitting, and giving everything to him. When she was in front of him, his shaft in her face, the tip lined with pre-cum, she swallowed.
Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water. He grabbed a chunk of her hair, pulled her head forward almost violently, and she had to brace her hands on his thighs to steady herself.