Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Will’s hand trails from my hip to my clit, and he begins circling it, making my toes curl.
Oh fuck.
“I’m about to fill you to the brim. Are you watching, Alina?”
“Y-yes. I-I want it again,” I stutter out as I see him thrust into me on the screen. And then I hear myself scream out “William!”
I shatter into a million pieces, bewildered that there was no climb, just a fall straight over the edge.
He’s still got me pinned as he thrusts into me one final time, and I can feel him jerking inside me, filling me, as I crash against him in waves of cum. At first, I think I might be pissing myself until I realize, with shock, that I’m squirting.
Oh my gosh.
“See how your body responds to me?” Will asks into my ear. “The way you want my cum to fill you?” He pulls out, and his fingers glide against my folds, rubbing our combined mess into me.
“I want you full of me, and my cock glistening with how wet you are.”
I’m shocked, mortified, and not done in the slightest.
I shouldn’t want this depravity, but something in me has snapped. This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
I wrap my hand around his throat as I arch into his fingers that are stuffing me.
“You better be able to fuck me like that again in five minutes, or I’ll never see you again.”
He chuckles as he presses me against the desk.
“Should I put it on replay, love? Do you want to come to my sweet nothings all over again?”
“I want you to fill me up again and again and again.”
CHAPTER 31
Will
Fucking perfect. All of her was molded and shaped especially for me. I can’t get enough of her. All I want to do is repeatedly stuff her with my cum. I want to mark her from the inside. I want to fuck her so much she’s filled with my babies.
Am I sick? Probably. Am I twisted? Maybe. But I feel like a depraved maniac as I fuck her. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. Her ankles are on my shoulders as I slam into her, and she’s squirting again. The sheets are soiled, and the room’s a mess, and I don’t fucking care. I can see my cum all over her inner thighs.
She’s a fucking goddess. My goddess.
I don’t even know what I’m thinking right now.
She moans and cries out, as if competing with herself on the audio and video playing in the background. It’s been on repeat. She’s greater than any of my wildest fantasies. Had she wanted to leave when she saw the recording, I might’ve let her, but not now. How can I when I know how much she loves it? How much she’s thirsty for my own sense of depravity.
Her nails rake down my sides, marking me, as she grabs my ass while I thrust into her again. Her marks are bruising, as if she’s keeping me in place so she can swallow every drop of me.
My lips crash to hers, and she whimpers into my mouth as her hips rock back and forth.
How many hours have we been fucking like this for? I release my grip around her throat as I kiss her gently, slowly. Fatigue finally takes hold as I pull away from her, but not before she bites my bottom lip and drags it between her teeth.
She’s flushed and exhausted, her hair fanning around her head where it rests on the pillow.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
Not mine, I remind myself.
Her nails release from my ass as I slowly pull out of her. I brief a glance at the clock on the side table and realize it’s already past seven in the morning.
What?
“We’ve been fucking for hours. It’s like a marathon,” I say, pressing my lips against her neck and kissing her gently. She chuckles and pushes me away. The sounds of her moans and my grunts on the video still play in the background.
“What’s the time?” she asks as she lazily wraps her arms around my neck. I realize I quite like this side of Alina. For all her defenses, smartass personality, and fuckery, her body is made perfectly for me.
“Past seven,” I tell her. I go to kiss her again, but she jerks under me.
“Fuck off,” she bites out and awkwardly angles to check the time on the clock. “Oh shit.” She tries to push me off, but I chuckle as I flip us so she’s on top of me in a straddling position. “I have to go. You’re an absolute monster.” She giggles, and I’m disappointed when the heat of her body leaves mine. But I let her go.
She gets off the bed, and I can still see my cum dripping down her legs when she stands.
Fuck.
“Where are you going?” I ask. She looks over her shoulder, her long hair flowing down her back. Fuck, now I want it tied around my wrists while I fuck her. Again.