Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
He’s getting close to the hotel.
I can feel him.
I begin to tremor, a light sheen of perspiration forming on my skin, even though the room is air conditioned. My stomach muscles contract and release, my nipples tingling like they’re being brushed by a feather. I can already feel his breath on my belly, the nape of my neck, in my ear. I can already feel him consuming me, so by the time his key card dips into the slot of the hotel room door, I’m whimpering in excitement.
And I know as soon as his cleats sink into the carpet that I’m in for a rough evening.
His relief that I am there, safe, is clear, but there is a hard glint in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
He rips off his baseball cap and tosses it aside, leaving his hair in sweaty disarray, then he approaches the bed while unfastening his pants, that thick, generous part of him already forming a hard ridge, as I knew it would. “The reporters outside the stadium were asking about you again.” He plants a knee on the bed, his eyes devouring me, starting at my toes and ending at the crown of my head. “Where is your wife, Mr. Jenner? Is it true you make her watch the game from the hotel?” He shoves my thighs apart, groaning and fondling himself, spitting once, twice on my sex. “Why don’t you allow her to attend the games?”
I bite my lip and begin to tremble when he takes out his big, meaty shaft, my toes digging into the mattress with glee over the way it sticks straight out, a messy shine of precome decorating the bulbous tip. “Don’t listen to them. Don’t worry about them,” I manage, my voice sounding funny. Breathless. I’m always winded in his presence. “They don’t understand.”
“No…” He skims his palm up my inner thigh, kneading my wet center for a moment and making me gasp, before his touch continues up my ribcage, higher, five fingers wrapping around my throat and cutting off my air. “They don’t understand that when you attract attention with your beautiful face and body, a dark part of me wants to kill you, do they?” He climbs on top of me, adding his second hand to my throat. “They don’t get it. You’re safer tied up to my bed at the hotel. Safe from other cocks. Safe from your own husband.”
I start to struggle, because black is creeping into the edges of my vision and he loosens his double grip, allows me to gasp, to fill my lungs before he flattens me completely with his body, baring his teeth against my lips. I taste blood and I love it. I feel his violence and I want it to wreck me, leave me in tatters.
“Nothing matters but this,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his hips. “There’s no one but us. It’s all noise out there. It’s all fake. We’re the only thing that’s real.” I rub my inner thighs up and down his ribcage, slowly, tilting my hips up to give him access to my drenched pussy. “They wish they could feel an ounce of what we feel every single day.”
“You feel lust for me, angel. You love me.” He rakes his open mouth over mine, side to side, his expression agonized. “You don’t want to choke me and bruise me for simply existing. For daring to conquer my every waking thought. To make me feel like a prisoner inside my own body. You fuck me up so bad, I can’t think or see or do…anything.” In one quick movement, he reaches down and shoves himself inside of me, throwing his head back and groaning like a mating beast. “It’s no wonder when you’ve got such a tight, young cunt, is it? Fuck!” He thrusts for a full minute, his drives aggressive, frantic, his muscular body flexing in the muted light. “I can feel it pulsing around my cock every second of the day. I can see your green eyes looking up at me, trusting me not to crush you, not to punish you for being alive.”
He begins pounding me, shaking the bed, my cries of delight filling the hotel room.
All I can do is lie there and take it, my wrists tugging on the bonds, my eyes full of tears that eventually overflow and track down my temples. He fucks me until my voice is hoarse, snarling in my ear about the pain I cause him, the misery, the beauty I provide, the color I bring to his world, how he wants to spank me until I can’t walk.
“Do it, Daddy,” I say, pouting, opening my thighs as wide as I can, being rewarded with violence pumps of his lower body, his sharp spit on my tits. “Punish me. They don’t understand. They’ll never understand. Mark me everywhere. I love it. I love you.”