Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Lars groaned and broke the suction he had on my clit, and then he immediately dragged his tongue along my thigh, lapping up the blood, taking a part of me deep into his body.
“Be my good girl and give me what I want.”
My mouth opened on its own, the question on my tongue hanging between us, yet I couldn’t get it out. But his next words told me I didn’t need to speak for him to read me like an open book.
“Come on my mouth. Let me lap up that sweet pussy juice until I’m full and no longer starving for you.”
My inner muscles clenched painfully, and I sucked in a sharp breath at his lewd words.
“I know this is wrong,” I finally said, and Lars pulled back just an inch to stare hard into my eyes. “But I don’t want you to stop.”
His grin was slow and thorough, and then he was sucking on my clit again and inching closer to forcing me to come.
He moved the blade down my thigh, easing up on the pressure intermittently, but every once in a while, he would break the skin and away from my cunt to lick at my blood. He went back to tormenting me between my thighs until I felt my orgasm rise so fast I couldn't breathe.
I came violently, my legs clenching around his head, my head slamming back against the tree. My cry sounded like a wounded animal dying alone in the woods.
But I wasn’t al.one and dying. I was currently being held captive in more ways than one, while my tormentor ate me out and made me come like I’d never gotten off before.
And then I was on my feet, and Lars was standing and kissing me. He probed my mouth, forcing me to taste my orgasm on his lips, the flavor musky but slightly sweet. He pulled away, and I stared with what felt like crossed eyes as he ran his tongue over his top and then his bottom lip.
“Touch me,” he growled… demanded. “Pull my hair. Make it hurt.”
I felt like I was in a dream as my body worked on its own, like it was a whole other entity. I grabbed his hair and pulled the strands hard enough he hissed. I lowered my hand and sucked in a breath when I saw the strands that had come free in my grasp. He said nothing, just ground that monster cock against my lower belly.
“Again,” he snarled, and I gave him what he wanted—gave him my anger and lust in the form of vicious aggression and unrestrained passion.
And while I tugged and yanked at his hair—my anger and need for this man to claim me taking over—he reached between us and started slapping my pussy. He spanked me between my legs, that pain and pleasure I gave him being returned to me tenfold.
“You want me to fuck you right here in the dark forest with all the dangers around?”
I bit my lip, jerking his head so it cocked to the side from the force of my hair pulling. He spanked my pussy again.
“Yeah, you do,” he murmured. “You want me to degrade you and show you exactly what a beautiful slut you are.”
“God,” I whispered when I felt his cockhead rub against my slit, my slippery pussy making his gentle thrusting easy and slick.
“God isn’t here, sweetheart. And at the end of this, the only name you'll be saying is mine.”
18
LARS
“Look at you,” I whispered, staring in absolute awe at how beautiful Dolly was. She trembled against me, and I knew she was scared but also ready for what was to come. “You drive me fucking crazy,” I groaned against her mouth, my voice nothing more than a gruff whisper.
I kept my lips pressed to hers, not kissing her but wanting her to know that I’d never let her leave and would always keep her close.
“How afraid are you, sweet girl?” I still held the knife and pressed the blade right at her jugular. I’d never really hurt her, nothing more than superficially, and only that because it turned both of us on.
“You terrify me,” Dolly murmured, answering me, her body still trembling against mine.
I closed my eyes and gathered my control after hearing her tell me how scared I made her. I was a sick fuck for how hard I was. I’d gotten harder as I chased her, knowing I’d catch her and that I would be fucking her right here in the woods.
All I wanted was her.
All I desired was to make her feel good… and to make her hurt.
And all I could think about was fucking her and seeing if she’d bleed for me.
With my hand on her throat and the knife at her jugular, I kissed her hard enough I knew it caused pain. I bit at her lips, sucked at the discomfort I caused, and started grinding my cock against her lower belly as I closed the knife one-handed, then slipped it back onto my waistband.