Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“You are going to cum all over my cock, Princess, the only question is how long you can last.”
She quirks an eyebrow. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“Because it is,” I say. She may not want her first time to be in the playroom, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still have a little extra fun.
I’m done talking, though. Her plump lips look too perfect to resist any longer. I bend down, kissing her hard and letting my body press into hers. Her soft tits pillow against the hard muscle of my chest. I lower myself so the shaft of my erect cock fits into the crease of her pussy, working my hips as I kiss her until her wetness has spread over my length and I can slide myself against her rhythmically.
She gasps, mouth open to mine in a silent expression of surprise. I kiss down her neck, still rocking myself against her. I hold myself up with one hand so I can roam her body with my other. I take my time, enjoying every inch of her from her fingertips to her tits, down to the sensitive skin between her thighs.
“Just need--a minute--or--” she gasps.
I smirk into her neck, giving her a moment to hold back from cumming by keeping my hips still, but I don’t stop kissing her. I work my way down her chest and across the inside of her breasts, cupping a handful and circling her areola before bringing my lips around her hard nipple. She bucks against me with her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“Oh, God. That feels so good,” she groans.
“This is just the beginning, Princess.”
I decide she’s had a long enough break--that, and I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to get inside her. I move my hips until the head of my cock presses against her slick entrance. Her eyes snap open.
“You ready?” I ask.
She nods, then swallows hard.
Even though I’d like nothing more than to plunge myself inside her as deeply as I can, I take it slow. I guide myself inside an inch at a time, slowly retreating then giving her another thick inch. Every movement is slow and precise, allowing her tight body to adjust. I take her hand and press it to my chest, reminding her to stay here with me, to breathe slowly and relax. Before long, her rapid breaths calm and our chests rise and fall together.
She lifts her head to look down where we’re joined together, eyebrows drawn down and mouth slightly open.
I realize as I push myself deeper that Elizabeth didn’t just let me hold the darkness down because she gave me an outlet for my violence. There’s something else about her that soothes me. Even though I’m being tender right now and avoiding causing her pain at all costs, I feel the familiar black cloud drifting back into the farthest corners of my mind until it’s only the two of us.
“You feel so fucking good,” I say.
“You’re--oh God--not bad yourself,” she gasps.
With that, something snaps inside me, and I push the rest of my cock into her depths, loving the way her tight pussy chokes my length. She throws her head back and calls my name in a breathless moan. I pause, just long enough to curse myself for doing the opposite of what I intended, but when her eyes open and connect with mine they are filled with lust and need.
Her fingers clench against my chest, her nails digging into my skin as her hips move restlessly against mine. I slowly pull my cock from the hot fist of her pussy until just the tip rests within her. I pause, taking in her heaving chest, flushed cheeks, and the way her body undulates beneath mine, begging me to move.
“Please,” she begs.
“You seem to think that just because I’m taking you sweetly, I’m not still completely in control,” I scold, but there isn’t a hint of fire in my tone.
Her eyes flash with need of a different kind, showing that she has the same desires as me. Proving what I already knew to be fact--that she was made to be mine and mine alone. I grip her hands, pulling them above her head, using one of my hands I hold her wrists, making her a prisoner to my every whim.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she gasps.
I crush my lips to hers and thrust into her in one fierce push. She moans loudly and I swallow her every noise with my mouth, eating them down like the prize that they are. I push into her again and again, taking what I need and in return giving her everything she needs. I lick and nip my way down her throat, barely suppressing the need to mark her pale skin. I shudder at the thought of her wearing my marks for all to see. Soon. Soon she will be mine and she will bear the marks of my possession.