Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Jerking my pants down, he spreads my legs and without even a single second of hesitation, he buries his mouth into my pussy. I’ve had men down there before, but none, I mean none, that have done with their mouths what this man does. He licks and sucks, swirling and nipping, and when he plunges his tongue inside me, I realize just how loud I’m screaming.
I’ve been fucked with different things before, but a tongue was not one of them.
He is an animal, depraved and hungry, and he devours me like he can’t get enough. My screams turn into ragged moans as my body thrashes as orgasm after orgasm rips through me. He closes his mouth over my clit, sucking every single shudder from me, shamelessly taking everything he wants.
Only when he’s satisfied with my limp body, does he pull away, his hard body falling over mine. I stare up at him through my lashes, my eyes feeling heavy, my body pulsing. My pussy feels swollen, and ready to take him, and that’s exactly what he ensures happens. Reaching down, he takes my leg and without warning, he thrusts inside me. My mouth drops open, but nothing comes out. I lay there, momentarily stunned at the sensations consuming my body.
Pain, pleasure, a fullness that feels as though it might split me in two.
“Do you feel how fucking hard I am?” he growls, dragging his cock back out before slowly pushing it, inch by devastating inch, back in.
“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers curling into the sheets.
“Your sweet cunt is gripping me so fucking tight.”
His words, filthy, only urge me on.
I tip my hips up as my body adjusts to his sheer size and my fingers release the sheets and move to his arms, where I curl them around his bulging biceps. He fucks me, slowly at first, building my body up, heating me from the inside out. My gasps turn to ragged groans as pleasure builds inside me, and as I feel an orgasm threatening to rush to the surface, he moves us.
Now, I’m on his lap, one of his hands gripping my ass, the other moving up to tangle in my hair, tipping my head back so his mouth can find my neck. I sink down onto him, the sensation of him filling me so incredibly overwhelming my entire body tenses. Moaning, I push up on my knees, letting his cock nearly slide out of my pussy before lowering back down. I do this again and again, the intense feeling of pure lust rushing through my veins.
“Watch my cock sink into you,” he orders, his voice throat.
Releasing my hair, he allows me to tip my head forward and stare down between us. I push up again, watching the long, thick hard length slide out of me until I can see just a touch of his head, then, I lower myself back down, moaning as I feast on the sight of him disappearing back into me, inch by incredible inch.
He reaches over, cupping my pussy, his thumb gliding over my clit and I can’t take my eyes off it. The way his thumb presses slightly in, before swirling around, then he slides a finger up and pushes it inside me with his cock. I gasp, my hands darting forward to take his shoulders as the pressure overwhelms me. It’s not painful, but it tightens everything even more and that only makes it feel so much better.
He curls his finger inside me, almost pulling me towards him, and I know he’s found the spot because everything inside me comes to life. My moans turn into ragged hisses as I rock on his dick, back and forth, around and around, until I explode with the most intense, perfect orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. Nothing compares. Not a single fucking thing. It’s as if my insides explode outwards.
His pleased growl and his free hand on my hip, force me to keep rocking. I do, even though my legs are jelly, and my body is shuddering. I rock against him until he hisses his release, his cock pulsing deep inside me. His fingers pinch into my hips, pushing me back and forth until I’ve milked every last drop from him, and only then does he release me. I slump forward, not allowing myself to put my mouth against his sweat slickened skin, even though I’d love nothing more.
I just fucked a monster.
And it was god damn life changing.
I don’t know where the hell I’m supposed to go from here.
5
He puts me back in the cage.
My mind can’t comprehend it when he allows me to get dressed, and then calls a guard to escort me back. I’m covered in his blood, his sheets are, too. He wouldn’t allow me to help fix his hand, instead, he kicked me out like some sort of cheap whore. The way that makes me feel, is indescribable. Like I’m pathetic, and most of all, a toy. He just used me, and I let him.