Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
I think about that for a long second. There are some serious implications there. “Wow. So. Wow. In a way, you could say all the crimes you’ve committed, people killed, property destroyed… that’s kind of… my fault?”
His brow furrows. “You could say that if you wanted another ass whipping.”
I shut my mouth.
And then I open it again.
“I think I should go home, if I can. Thank you for saving me from the bad guys in the bar.”
“The guys were the least of your worries. The girls were ready to shank you, Dreamy.”
“Alright. Well.” I start to get up from the bed, but he pushes me back down. He’s not rough, but he is firm. It’s clear he doesn’t intend on letting me go.
“In my experience, people go to where I found you for two reasons. Drugs, sex, or both. You’ve had one. Now it’s time for the other.”
“S… sex? You want to have sex with me?”
I shouldn’t be surprised. Shah’s lustful reputation proceeds him. He’s as notorious a cocksman as he is a criminal.
“You came looking for danger, and it found you. I don’t just want to fuck you, Dreamy. I want to break you. I want to give you everything you came looking for.”
His dark eyes hold pure sin. When I look deep into them, I forget who I am. He evokes the worst in me, and that’s what I want. I want to tap into the part of myself I’ve never been. I want to be reckless. I want to be sexy. I want to submit to this outlaw and be ravaged until he’s done with me.
I could say no. I don’t know if it would make any difference.
He leans down, takes the hem of my dress and pulls it up over my head. That leaves me in gray socks, white panties, and a white bra. It’s too plain, embarrassingly so. He must be used to girls in sexy spandex or hot, strappy plastic, or basically anything besides worker-issued undergarments.
“Fucking adorable,” he curses, reaching down with a massive hand, clasping the front and gusset of my underwear. He clenches his fingers and the fabric rips like paper, tearing off my body and leaving me naked amid the shreds of my erstwhile garment.
His other hand descends toward my chest and gives my bra the same treatment. In seconds I am left in the wreckage of my clothing and his mouth is on my right breast, suckling hotly at my nipple. One, and then the other, he feasts on me, his tongue flicking the underside of my sensitive areola.
I lie back on the bed. His hand slides down my stomach, between my thighs. His thick middle finger spears into my pussy. I’m already wet. I got wet while he was spanking me, disciplining me for the sins of my big night out.
“You’re soaked,” he accuses me. “You need this.”
By this, he means the thick fucking monster cock he just unveiled when he pulled the fly of his tight pants down. What springs out of that zipper must be augmented. And it has to be at least ten inches. I stare, shocked while he laughs at me.
“Bigger than you’re used to, Dreamy.” He’s not asking. He’s telling. And he’s not wrong.
Shah picks me up by the waist and pulls me over to him. He sits with his back up against the head of the bed and positions me over his erection, handling me like I’m something to use.
“Get that wet pussy on my cock,” he growls, lowering me onto his dick. I feel the bare head of his hard rod piercing between my lips, and then he’s spreading me open, his hot cock filling me up an inch at a time as I do exactly what he tells me. There’s no preamble. Little foreplay. There’s just my sore ass and a cock deep in my cunt.
He feels so fucking good inside me. He feels right inside me. There’s something completely primal about this mating. He’s not pretending to be my lover. He’s my conqueror. I think he might be my captor. There’s something in his eyes that tells me he has no intention of letting me leave.
That suspicion makes my pussy grip him even tighter. Everything I’m doing right now is madness. Fucking a man I don’t know, a crime lord, an outlaw. Someone who watched me get drunk and then whipped my ass for it. I can still feel the ache his palm drummed into me, and that heat and that pain is making every increasingly rough thrust feel even better.
My toes are curling, my hands and arms are gripping him with absolute desperation. I’m holding onto Shah like he is life itself, and I am giving him my body, begging him to take me, and taking intense pleasure in turn. I’ve never had sex like this before. Every sexual encounter before this one was beige. This is neon bright. This is more than I can take, but I am taking it, because he’s making me take it.