Heathens Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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His grip on my hips tightened, my legs trembling as he slammed into me.

My head was swimming—my pussy throbbing, my body ached to feel him deeper, and the ache between my legs was growing more and more intense. Each of Locke’s thrusts forced me to spread my legs wider, and I could feel them growing stiff with pain as I struggled to bend them at the knee.

“Fuck me harder, Locke.”

I could hear the tremor in my voice, the excitement licking at my skin.

“You like that, Storee?” he grunted.

He picked up speed, his cock slamming against my ass as he fucked me like an animal. The sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me were mixed with the sound of my moans, the desperation in his voice fueling the growing fire of my lust.

“You like how I fuck you, Storee?” he growled as his hands left my hips and wrapped around my waist. “You like it when I spank this ass of yours, don’t you?”

He pulled me toward him, his cock pushing deeper inside my pussy until I thought it might split me in two. I let out a moan, and then felt his cock pulsing inside me.

“Because after tonight, you’ll never fuck another man again. Never again.” He then spanked my ass harder than he had before. So hard that I cried out as I gripped the cushion of the couch. “And if you ever break a promise to me again, and do something so fucking foolish again,” he spanked me even harder, his broad palm sparking fire on the flesh of my ass, “I’ll take a belt to you again.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t have gotten the words out even if I’d tried. I was lost in the moment, pinned by his hard cock, taking every inch of him as he pulled my hair and spanked my ass.

His warning was everything I’d ever wanted to hear.

I wanted him to claim me; to make me his.

I wanted to be punished when I was bad, and rewarded when I was good.

He slipped his hands around my waist, moving them up until I felt his fingers slide inside my pussy. His fingers were coated with my juices, his hand moving back and forth, plunging in deeper and deeper until he was pressing against my G-spot.

I felt my body tense up, feeling the tightening of my pussy as it throbbed against his fingers and around his cock. The double penetration hurt but felt so fucking good at the same time.

That was all it took.

I gasped as the orgasm tore through me, my body quivering as I felt his cock throbbing.

His thrusts were wild and raging.

The mix of pain and pleasure grew in intensity as his cock ripped into me, but I loved it.

“This pussy is mine. Mine.”

He thrust harder one last time, burying his cock in me, and I could feel him coming, filling up the condom inside of me.

I felt his hands on the small of my back, rubbing it gently as I caught my breath.

“You look amazing like that,” Locke whispered to me, running his fingers through my hair.

“How do I look?” I murmured, my voice thick with exhaustion. I knew I was still on all fours, ass in the air, but had yet to move from the position he’d fucked me in.

“Don’t move an inch,” Locke ordered, as he got up from the couch. Although I didn’t think I could move if I wanted to. Not yet, at least.

He walked into the kitchen. In the corner of my eye, I could see him coming back with a wet towel.

I turned my neck, and realized his naked form was everything I had imagined it would be. My eyes roamed over his body, admiring the broad shoulders, the thick, strong arms, and the defined chest. A man who was a perfect balance of sexiness and masculinity.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. “And keep that perfect ass of yours in the air unless you want me to spank it some more.”

I obediently did as he asked and felt the cool cloth on my pussy.

Maybe I should have been bashful. Maybe I should have closed my legs and tried to hide my body beneath the pillows of the couch.

But when Locke ordered, I often complied. And after what he just did to me, I only had one desire…

To do whatever the fuck Locke wanted.

He washed me gently, wiping away all traces of the sex that had taken place.

I moaned, the sound mixing with that of the cloth stroking my skin. As Locke gently cleaned me, rubbing my pussy, and then my ass, and then my thighs, I remained in position never having felt so cherished before. But also so submissive, and so dominated.

And he was enjoying this—taking care of me.

“Good girl,” Locke whispered as he finished.


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