Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“Mmm,” he hummed and dragged the tips of his fingers up and down my back. “Thought you might like me breaking in and having my disgusting way with you.”
My body shivered and came awake once more.
These cat-and-mouse games, role-playing, or fantasies we brought to life were something we never planned. We didn’t sit down and sketch out what terror-filled, pleasure-inducing moment Oli would give me.
He watched me all year, noted what I liked and disliked, what turned me on and had my pulse throbbing at the base of my neck… and apparently looked at my porn search history on my laptop.
“God… tonight was…,” I whispered, unable to finish.
He said nothing as he grabbed a handful of my ass, spread the cheeks, and probed the tight hole nestled between them.
“My dirty, little slut. You gonna let Daddy use your ass like his own personal cocksleeve?”
I shivered and moaned. “No,” I whispered, but we both knew I was a damn liar.
He chuckled, rose above me, and gripped my waist, flipping me over onto my belly. I looked over my shoulder and sucked in a sharp breath at how primal he looked.
My pussy was sore, aching from him fucking me, but I was ready. God, I was ready for him to ass-fuck me.
“Lift this ass, you fucking beautiful whore.” He slapped my ass so hard I knew there would be a bruise from it.
I wanted it. I wanted his marks on me, scratches and fingerprints that told of his ownership of my body. With his hands on my ass cheeks, I watched him over my shoulder as he spread me wide, leaned forward, and spit on my asshole.
I popped my ass up, wanting his mouth on me. He didn’t make me wait as he bent over, suctioned his mouth on my asshole, and probed me with his tongue. He fucked me that way for long seconds, dragging that thick muscle up and down my crack before pulling back and spitting on me again. I was about to reach between my thighs and tease my clit when he gripped my hip painfully and bit my side. I screamed out as that pain morphed into pleasure.
Oli leaned back, and I forced myself to look at him again. He slowly slipped the mask on and grabbed his cock to line it up with my hole.
“You’re gonna be Daddy’s good girl and open up this ass and take me to the balls.”
He didn’t wait for me to respond, just shoved his dick deep in my body without giving me time to adjust.
He laughed again. “My little girl thought I was actually asking her permission.” He slid out and slammed in again.
Although he’d spit on my hole, lubed it up with his mouth and tongue, there had been no proper preparation on his side. That made this painful… but turned me on even more.
He grabbed a chunk of my hair, jerking my head back, more discomfort waging war inside me, and fucked me like I was his little toy, his dirty, little slut.
“You’re nothing but something for me to use,” he said, degrading me in the way I fucking loved. “And you’ll keep taking it. You’ll keep being my pretty whore, ’cause you know Daddy likes using you up and filling you with my cum until you're all dirty.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t say anything as Oli fucked my asshole.
Instead, I thought one thing.
God… I couldn’t wait to see what he came up with next year.
The End.