Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Fine. No questions.”
A sound of contentment rises from his chest as his hand twists deeper between my legs and moves up. He gently drags his fingers across the lips of my womanhood, causing me to gasp.
But I don’t have even a moment to lean into the pleasure that begins to set into me. Marlon snatches me up and lifts me onto the couch and sets me down beneath him.
I was hoping for some kind of comment on how I looked tonight after spending so much time putting myself together, but as he takes control and roughly pulls my dress down, exposing my breasts, I realize I simply don’t care.
His lips close around my nipples, and my back arches up off the cushions.
“Oh my God.”
He presses into me, and I feel his cock, hard as steel, slide between my legs as if hungry for a home to hide itself in.
I reach up with both hands to wrap my arms around his shoulders, but he instantly slaps them back, rejecting me.
Then he spins me onto my stomach, and with so much force that I hear the fabric of my dress stretch and stitches rip, yanks it all the way up to my waist, exposing my ass to him.
“Hey!” I cry out.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he replies dismissively as he spanks me and spreads me open, then slides two fingers inside me without hesitation.
“Fuck!”
You could call it a warmup, but just barely. We’ve only just begun and Marlon is treating me like I’m all ready to go. I can feel the hunger in the way he’s moving–the way he’s breathing. He’s horny. The lust is practically dripping off of him. But he doesn’t even finger me for more than a few seconds. He slides his fingers out and mounts me from behind, and the next thing I know, I feel the thick crown of his cock pushing into me.
“Oh my God, Marlon–”
But again, he gives me no time to prepare myself.
He drives his whole length into me with a spearing, single thrust that also knocks the wind out of me with its power.
My jaw drops, and I snatch for anything I can get my hands on, which happens to be a single couch cushion that I grab and hold on to for dear life as he begins pounding me, stretching my walls to his fit, taking me like I belong to him, like he owns me, like I’m his to do with as he pleases.
Even the couch shakes and makes slamming noises against the floor as he fucks me, and I’m pretty sure this couch isn’t some piece of junk from a big-box department store.
I’m still sore from last night, so him not taking me gently or prepping me with a little foreplay this time isn’t doing me any favors.
How can any man fuck like this?
It’s not even human. It’s like being fucked by an animal. It’s primal. And at first that simply astounds me, but then a primal side of me thinks about that for a second, and it turns me on. If I can bring out his primal lust instincts, that must say something good about me, right?
But at the same time, I don’t know how much more I can take. Marlon is absolutely pounding me and showing no signs of stopping or slowing down. He grips me by the back of the neck and holds me in place, then repositions himself so he’s almost in a pushup position on top of me, slapping his body down on me with each thrust.
The pleasure is phenomenal, but the pain is right there with it. I simply cannot stretch this much, and my cervix is being beaten like a punching bag.
“Marlon,” I moan. “You have to…sl…slow down.”
Marlon leans down and brings his lips right against my ear and whispers, “What was that? I don’t think I heard you.”
He pounds me harder. The sensation jolts a shock of pleasure out of me that ripples up my spine and out through every inch of my body.
I can feel it coming now. A climax on its way. The hints of it weren’t there seconds ago, but now it’s right there, ready to burst through every nerve ending that exists within me.
“Did you say you wanted me to slow down?” he asks, clearly teasing.
“I…I…” I can’t even talk as he ruts deep inside me, drilling me with such masculinity that I can do nothing but submit.
I inhale deeply, soaking my nostrils with his scent as my climax rolls over me. My orgasm hits me like a truck, popping pleasure fireworks all throughout my body and causing me to seize up everywhere.
I can do nothing but ride it out, even as Marlon continues to fuck me, giving me no respite from his magnificent torture.
I haven’t even finished coming when he rolls me over onto my back, grabs my breasts with both hands, and starts pumping at an even faster pace. The change of angle, combined with the fact that I just went off, has me feeling extra sensitive down there, and I try to wriggle away or get some of his massive manhood out of me, but he isn’t having any of that.