Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Farrah whispers a soft yes and rolls over, my heart tugging hard when I see her angelic face in the dying firelight, her eyes wide and innocent, wrists wrapped in chains over her head. That imagine should be enough to rouse my decency, but it doesn’t. My baser urges are in control now and it likes having a captive.
A young body to ravage.
And she arches her back while I look, teeth leaving dents on her bottom lip.
She wants to be filled. She wants to be conquered.
That’s what my gut tells me, and I have no choice but to listen, because my balls are on the verge of an exodus as I position myself between her legs, my cock arrowed toward that shiny place of no return, the red hair at her juncture wet and plastered to her mound, her wet flesh twinkling in the firelight. Beckoning me closer…and I go with a prolonged grunt of agony. I flatten her, my eagerness causing the chains to rattle lightly, one hand between my thighs to guide my painfully engorged shaft to her entrance, wincing in horrible ecstasy as I rub it there, coating my tip in her juices.
“Remember. Hold still and keep your mouth shut.”
She nods like a good girl, opening her thighs another degree.
Oh God.
Who sent this girl to break me?
I press my sex into the breach and thrust my hips forward, the bed creaking loudly, so loudly, beneath me. I shout a silent curse up at the ceiling, half enraged by the bed’s traitorous nature, half in shock by the sensation of her virgin cunt accepting me with only a thin tear of resistance, drawing me in and rippling around me, sending warm shockwaves to my balls. Farrah looks up at me in glazed wonder, flexing herself, reveling in the feel of me inside of her, her delicious body writhing, reveling, mouth open on a silent moan.
I release the bunched muscles of my ass, drawing my cock out.
Both of us watching the steel trunk of me exit her body, carrying with it a tint of blood, before pounding back in, her eyes shooting satisfyingly wide, her cunt making a wet squish sound—
That is only slightly drowned out by the squeak of the faulty bedspring.
“Goddammit,” I grit through my teeth, needing badly to fuck her brains out without any interference or distractions. Or obstacles that might wake the sleeping monsignor. There’s no stopping, though. Lord knows there’s no stopping when she’s this hot, this horny, her thighs spread in welcome. In need of my length and the seed it will provide her. Soon. Too soon, if my twisting spine is any indication. This might be my first time inside of my woman, but I find it hard to believe a man could last long in something so perfect.
I find that if I move only my hips in quick, short pumps, the bed doesn’t squeak quite as much, so I do that. I squeeze out and rejoin with her body with quick flexes of my hips—and her wrists pulling the chains taut, her knees jerking wildly, tells me she likes that.
“Please,” she whispers. “Don’t stop.”
“Quiet,” I growl in her ear, lowering my mouth to bite her neck. Without gentleness.
“I…I…” Her pussy grinds around me, rolling my eyes into the back of my head. Mercy. Mercy. Have mercy on me. “I’m afraid I’m going to scream.”
“You cannot,” I pant, the fervor of my pumps increasing the volume of the bedsprings, the squeaks low, but insistent. Squeak squeak squeak. I manage to tear my eyes off the treasure beneath me to check on the monsignor, but he’s still blessedly asleep, despite the noise we’re making. A scream would definitely wake him, though. “Shall I pull my cock out and put it in your mouth to keep you quiet?”
She locks her legs around my hips, shaking her head vigorously. “No, Daddy. Please.”
I drop my forehead down on tops of hers, watching her expression melt into bliss when I grind, pressing and rubbing myself on top of her clit. “You’ve been asking for a hard fuck from your Daddy, haven’t you?” I rasp. “I’d say it didn’t take much convincing to chain yourself to my bed for play time, did it?”
“No,” she whispers, licking the seam of my mouth, an action that makes my balls jerk. “I just wanted to be a good little whore.”
My reaction is twofold.
I want to admonish her for calling herself that vile name.
I also want to treat her like one. Give in to the filth she’s offering me.
And I’m so close to climaxing, so ruled by lust, the latter wins.
“Yes, you are.” I pound deep, covering her mouth with my hand to muffle her moan. “You’re the best whore money can buy.” A rush of wetness from her sex, the languid loss of power from her neck, tells me she likes this treatment. Needs it. “But you’re such a horny brat, I bet you’d fuck for free.”