Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Chapter 18
Hellie
He kisses me with a hand around my throat, and I kiss him back, just as needy, melting into the moment as his tongue invades my mouth and a whimper rips itself from my guts.
It feels good. Fuck, it feels so good to have this man take me, kiss me, dominate me, finally break some of the insane sexual tension that’s always percolating between us. And the sick part is I want everything he said: I want his cock between my legs, his shaft in my throat. I want him to fuck my mouth and punish me. I want him to ruin me, leave me quivering, shaking, soaking wet and brainless. I want him to stop holding back.
I gasp as he turns me and lifts me up, throwing me down onto the work bench. I spread my legs as he slams himself between them, kissing me hard, pulling my hair as his other hand unbuttons my pants and dives down between my legs. No bullshit, not gentle, not playing games. His purr drives me wild as his fingers find my lips.
“Wet,” he says, gliding his fingertips up and down my folds. “Fucking soaked. You stand there, all self-righteous, whining about how I kidnapped you, unable to realize that I saved your life, and all this time you’re a messy slut for me.”
“Erick,” I gasp, shocked by his dirty mouth.
“That’s right,” he says, sliding his fingers inside of me. My back arches as pleasure rockets into my brain. “Messy fucking slut. You’re soaking wet, dripping onto my palm, and you have the nerve to act like you hate me. Liar, Hellie, you devil girl, you succubus, you little fucking liar. You’re dripping wet with lust. You want my cock. You want me to punish your filthy fucking mouth.”
“Oh, god,” I gasp, grinding against his hand. “Fuck, I want it.”
“Messy little slut,” he whispers, biting my lip, and drags me down off the table, forcing me to my knees as he takes off his slacks.
I’m losing my mind as I stroke his hard cock. He’s big, thick, long, and pulsing with lust as I lick him, but that’s not enough. He grabs my hair and pushes me down onto his tip, shoving himself into my mouth. “Touch yourself while you suck me, Hellie,” he commands. “Right now, I want you to moan while I fuck your face and punish that dirty mouth. Do it, touch yourself.”
I moan, my free hand between my legs. I’m buzzing with need as I start to tease my pussy, and he’s right, it feels so fucking good. I suck him faster, messy, unrelenting, and he pushes himself deeper, holding tight to my hair.
I pull back, groaning like he wanted, stroking him.
“You’re so fucking pretty touching yourself down on your knees,” he says, bending down to kiss me.
I kiss him back. He drags me up by the hair, turns me around, and bends me over the bench. He drops down, yanks off my pants, and rips my panties aside as he licks me from behind, his fingers teasing. He turns me around and I wrap my legs around his head, sitting back on the bench top, his tongue sucking and gliding up and down my folds, rolling around my clit as I grip his hair tight.
“Incredible,” he grunts, fucking me with his fingers. “I never knew a dirty little hell demon like you could taste like heaven.”
“Erick,” I gasp, back arching. “You’re really going to tease me?”
“Until you tell me what I want to hear, god damn right I am.”
“Fuck you,” I moan as his fingers find that perfect spot and my skull melts. He rubs me like that before stopping again. “What do I have to say?” I’m begging now, pleading.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
“Erick,” I groan. “Please.”
“I want you to say, Fuck my needy, messy pussy, please, Erick. Say it now.”
“No.” I glare at him, my face flushed, and only a tiny sliver of rational thought still remaining in my skull. “I won’t.”
“Then we’re done here.” He steps back.
“Asshole,” I gasp. “Fuck me, you bastard.”
He comes back, kisses me, fingers teasing slowly. “The whole thing.”
“Fuck my needy, messy pussy, please, Erick, you piece of shit.”
He grabs my hair, spreads my legs, and sinks himself inside of me.
I gasp, back arching as it burns and feels so fucking good I could scream. He’s big, way too big, but he knows exactly what he’s doing as he sinks deeper and deeper, my legs hooked over his arms. I lean back on the table on my elbow, staring at him with my mouth open. He kisses my neck, rips open the buttons of my blouse, and kisses my bra-covered breasts as he slowly fucks me deeper.
“You grip me like this pussy was made for only me,” he whispers, grinding into me. I’m so wet and making these filthy noises, but I love it. “I don’t know how it took me so long to find you, my hell girl, but you’re everything I need.”