Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Still half asleep, I lay motionless and breathed, aware of his massive size on top of me like a mountain overlooking a valley.
He withdrew his fingers then smeared them over his length, lubing his head with my arousal. He positioned himself at my entrance and gave a hard push to break through the tightness at my entrance. It made me dip into the bed as I gave a muffled cry. When the worst of the discomfort was over, he sank the rest of the way, slowly entering my depths as he was squeezed by my tightness and eased by my slickness.
He only stopped because he had nowhere else to go.
I curved my spine to sit up as far as I could, taking deep breaths as I adjusted to the tree trunk that fully occupied my channel. He opened me as far as I could go, showed me just how much my little slit could take.
His hands balled into fists on either side of me, and he started to thrust, pounding into me as I lay still, his hips clapping against my ass cheeks. It wasn’t gentle the way it’d been the night before. When he’d walked in the door tonight, all he wanted to do was fuck me—and fuck me hard.
I breathed and winced and moaned, cycling between the pleasure and the pain, turned on by his size one moment, then barely able to tolerate it the next. But I didn’t dare complain because I loved that dick, no matter how much it hurt.
His breathing picked up as he enjoyed it, ignoring my winces because he didn’t give a fuck at the moment. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy all fucking day.” Just when I thought he couldn’t move faster, he did, balls tapping against my body with his thrusts, treating me like one of the whores who was paid to take it without complaint.
I moaned and grunted, feeling my body shake as he rammed into me hard.
“Too much dick, sweetheart?”
At this angle, it was so much more, so much fuller, so much deeper. My eyes started to water because it was so much. “No—no.”
“Attagirl.” Turned on by my answer, he gave his final pumps and finished, filling me with a load of hot seed. He gave the sexiest moan, a bear on top of me, pressing me deeper into the mattress as he claimed my pussy the way a conqueror claimed a land. When he was finished, he pulled his semi-hard dick out of me.
I took a deep breath when my pussy finally had room to relax.
He rolled me over again, getting me on my back before he scooped his arms underneath my thighs and opened me wide before placing a hard kiss right against my clit.
I inhaled a breath so big, my whole back arched toward the ceiling.
He kissed my clit hard, sucked it into his mouth before he gave it a bite.
“Fuck…” I closed my eyes as I fisted his hair through waves of pleasure the size of a tsunami. I’d been dead asleep when this man had come into my bed and ravished me like he hadn’t had me in weeks rather than a day. He dominated me before I opened my eyes, and it reminded me of the way it used to be, when he asked me to stay with him as long as I could, when he wanted me in his bed day and night. When all he wanted was me, and no other substitute would do. With my nails deep in his scalp, I came with new tears and moans, grinding my aching clit harder against his face as I rode the high and came back down again.
When it was over, I was utterly spent, like I’d lifted a boulder and carried it up a mountain. My eyes closed and I lay there, catching my breath and relaxing as I simmered in the lingering pleasure.
He moved over me again, his massive size making the mattress dip once more. “I gotta fuck this pussy again.” His hand gripped the back of my head harshly, and he tugged at my scalp as he guided himself inside me. I was slick from his kisses and his seed and my arousal, so he slipped in much easier than last time. He pushed himself deep inside as he folded me underneath him, claiming me once more with his powerful thrusts.
Chapter 5
Theo
My sleep had always been irregular. Had been that way since I was a kid. Genetic insomnia. So, I got up early, even after just a few hours of sleep, and I hit the weights before I went to my study.
Most of my job was telling people what to do and reminding them what would happen if they refused. But I had to do other parts of the job I didn’t care for, like bookkeeping. I used to have an accountant recommended by another nefarious character, but when I discovered he was skimming euros off the top, I had to break both of his legs. I should have killed him, but I thought recovering from a severe disability was more painful. Last I heard, he’d left the territory and moved to Paris.