Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
She’s still coming down when I pull out, cutting off her orgasm.
“W-what? Why did you stop?”
“Because you don’t get my cock after what you did.” It was a spur of the moment thing anyway. I wasn’t supposed to fuck her at all tonight, but after she said those words, I lost control.
Which is becoming my modus operandi around this woman.
I slap her ass again and she yelps, a soft sob tearing from her lips.
She doesn’t tell me to stop though. If anything, her ass wiggles in my direction.
Kneeling behind her, I pull her cheeks apart and thrust my tongue against her swollen cunt.
She bucks off and I slap her ass. “Don’t move.”
Her fingers go back to helplessly clutch the sofa as I lap my tongue against her slit, her juices coat my lips as I thrust it inside, tongue-fucking her, owning her.
She tries to wiggle against me, demanding to continue her earlier release, but I slap her ass twice and she immediately stops.
“You want more, Pet?”
“Yes, yes…”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t let others close to what’s mine.”
“I won’t... I promise.”
“You promise, huh?”
“Yes, please, Jasper. Please.”
Those words, the begging, my name on her trembling lips is my encouragement. I tease her clit with my thumb as I thrust my fingers harder and more mercilessly into her hot pussy.
She convulses all around me, her slick wetness coating my fingers as she comes. Her moan is muffled against the couch, her nails digging into the material as if it’s a lifeline. Like she’s falling, and I’ll be the only one who catches her or lets her drop. Which is true.
I don’t stop as she comes down from her orgasm. My tongue and fingers take turns in thrusting in and out of her until she moans again, this time it’s tired, but it’s not less wanton.
“Stop, stop!” she cries, trying to push off the couch, but I pin her in place on the ground and wrench another orgasm out of her with my tongue.
It’s quicker this time. Her body is so used to my touch, she’s easily stimulated, easily brought to the heights of pleasure.
Easily mine.
Fucking mine.
By the third orgasm, she’s sobbing, tears streaking down her cheeks. I stand up and she lies slumped on the couch sideways. Her hands are limp by her sides, her tits are coated with sweat, and her nipples are hard like pebbles.
But the look in her eyes, fuck, the look in those storms.
She stares up at me with a half-lidded gaze, utterly satisfied, a little scared, but satisfied.
She’s still sniffling from the force of her orgasms. Her entire body is flushed red, and her hair sticks to her nape with sweat.
And then she does something. My little Petal turns around and pulls her body up so she’s sitting on the ground and opens her legs. It’s the slightest opening, but it’s enough to give me a full fucking view of the glistening pussy I devoured seconds ago.
She glances at my hard cock, bites her lower lip then looks away, cheeks coated in crimson.
Fuck me.
It’s her way to ask me to fuck her. She’s stimulated to the point she begged me to stop, but she still wants me to fuck her.
“Look at me.”
She slowly does and I wipe my mouth, making her watch me run my tongue over the evidence of her arousal.
My little Petal’s lips part and she never breaks eye contact.
“You want my cock inside you, Pet?”
She says nothing, seemingly entranced by how I lick her off me.
“Answer and I might consider it.” I make a show of sucking on the fingers that were inside her.
“I d-do.”
“Say it.”
“I-I want your cock.”
“Where?”
“Inside me.” She lowers her gaze. “I want you inside me.”
“Even when you’re sore?”
“Y-yes.” She’s ashamed of that, but she can’t stop it, even if she wants to.
My hand runs up and down my length and her eyes follow my every movement with longing —deep, fatal and out of control.
“Too bad you don’t deserve it after going in the hospital with Bill when I was right there.”
Her gray eyes snap to mine, a slight furrow between her brows.
“You have an objection, Pet?”
She bites her lower lip but says nothing.
“You think you deserve being fucked after that stunt with the nurse?”
“Jasper…” she whispers and trails off before saying it’s not fair.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
She gives me a quizzical look, her eyes never leaving my cock as I pump it up and down in an angry rhythm.
A second passes before she sucks in an audible breath and falls to her knees, trembling and spent, but still so fucking beautiful.
“Crawl to the cage.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me.”
“But—”
“Crawl.” The word is firm and non-negotiable.
Her lower lip trembles, but she does as she’s told, only stopping to watch me angrily tugging on my dick.
It’s demanding her heat, to use her, to be with her, but this is her punishment. She’ll suffer even if I have to be tortured, too.