Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
It’s pure fucking magic.
She is pure fucking magic.
It’s going to be hard to kill her.
Sliding in and out, and claiming her kisses, Isadora doesn’t speak or say another word, but she lets me claim her and she enjoys every second of it.
Isadora may hate me, but she craves me as much as I crave her.
“Fuck you,” she says as I push in a lot harder.
“I am… fucking you.” I push in again then lean down to bite her nipple. Hard. I leave my mark there, and go to the next doing the same. She feels like everything I have ever wanted. She’s the place you dream of moving to. She is my place.
“I hate you,” she cries out in pleasure.
“You said that already, it’s getting boring,” I remind her as I continue to fuck her.
The door opens and her eyes shift straight to it, but I continue my rhythm as though nothing in this world is worth stopping this heaven for.
She’s worth a thousand suns and to kill her will extinguish all light.
18
Isadora
He pushes in, and out, not stopping at all, not allowing me any rest or the ability to catch my breath while Ace stands in the doorway. Ace’s eyes go from me to Jasper, who’s between my legs and there isn’t a thing I can do about it. The fucked-up thing is I don’t want him to stop because it feels too damn good. And I know this is probably the only pleasure I’ll get for a long while or before I’m dead.
“Boss, you’re needed.”
Jasper turns to look at Ace with a smile on his face as he pauses inside of me.
Damn! I was so close. So close I can’t help myself and lift my pelvis to make his cock move inside of me again.
“Are you jealous, Ace?” Jasper moves at an agonizing slow pace.
“Yes, sir,” Ace replies. Ace’s eyes come back to me, and so do Jasper’s.
“Maybe I will let you fuck her.”
My eyes go wide.
“Would you like that, Isadora, two cocks in you?”
My mind’s screaming at me to say no.
I should say no, right?
“Look at that, Ace. She isn’t sure.” Jasper pushes in and then back out, then he leans down so our lips are touching. “I don’t share, Isadora, you will learn that fact.”
When I look back to where Ace was standing, he’s gone. It’s now just Jasper and myself yet again.
“You’re fucked-up, you know that?”
“Oh, darling, I know. It’s perfect, and you know why? Because you’re just as fucked as me. The perfect pair, surely.”
I shake my head.
He pushes in harder and faster, his pace picking up. If I had the movement of my legs I’d wrap them around him right now. Instead, I bite my bottom lip as the orgasm hits me and it hits me hard.
He crashes his lips onto mine to stop the moan that wants to leave. However, I can’t kiss him back because I feel almost paralyzed, my body being taken over by the intensity of the orgasm.
Jasper is by far the best lover I’ve ever had. I think he’s aware of that fact as well. He gets delight out of my pain, but also from my pleasure.
He’s a giver, and I love to take.
When he pulls back, his cock slides out of me. Jasper kneels between my open legs looking down with a smirk so deadly I almost lose my breath when he drops his head between my legs and kisses my clit then punishes it with his tongue. I squirm around on the bed, an orgasm building quickly again from his touch, and just before I head over the precipice he stops. A kiss is all I get before he looks at me with our sex all over his lips.
“This is the perfect place to say our goodbye. Don’t you think, Isadora? Fucking you on the bed that I killed my father in? Yep, it’s poetic at best.” He climbs off the bed and walks over to his jeans, pulls them back on, and I watch as he tucks his cock back in. And when he’s fully dressed, he walks to the door and looks back at me. “It’s probably time you start praying.” Then without another word he shuts the door as he leaves.
I can feel his cum leaking out of me.
Did he do that on purpose? Mark me one last time?
I pull on the restraints hoping that I can somehow slip my hand through, but it’s tied tight and all I can feel is pins and needles as I keep on trying. Pulling on my feet, I come to the same conclusion. I’m fucked.
A scream echoes through the house and I wonder what they’re doing to my uncle or if maybe that was him dying. I really hope not. Despite him never loving me, he’s the only family I have left, and I don’t want him to die.