Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Because here I am, standing over Naomi as she lies on the ground. The moonlight and the car’s headlights cast a glow on her delicate features.
But there’s nothing delicate about the stupefaction written all over her face.
She’s on her back, her bare thighs locked in an awkward position, and her hoodie is twisted up at her sides, revealing her belly.
My attention is stolen by the erratic rise and fall of her chest—and her round tits that I felt the fullness of earlier and should’ve had in my mouth.
At the reminder, my dick hardens until it’s fucking pulsing against the confinements of my jeans.
When Naomi stood me up tonight and I decided to ambush her at her house, I didn’t count on it going this far. I only planned to tease her a little, to press her buttons and watch her adorable reaction to losing control.
But then I kissed her again. I touched her. I smelled her scent, some shit with lily and peaches that I wouldn’t usually care about but I now want to take it to bed with me every night.
But most of all, I felt the moment a portion of her guard fell down and saw a hint of vulnerability.
I saw someone scared of the unknown, but curious about it at the same time.
And I had to explore that. I had to keep tonight going and take this to the next level.
One even I didn’t realize I was capable of.
I’ve always fantasized about violence, but the chase? Fuck me, the chase nearly had me come in my pants from the thrill alone.
Watching Naomi sprint through the trees, scared but determined, stirred an ugly beast. One I’ve been keeping under wraps ever since I learned about its existence.
But now, I can’t.
Now that I had a taste of Naomi’s fear and tasted her subtle excitement on my tongue, I crave more.
And this need is different from that adrenaline-induced feeling during a game or the obligation to maintain control that’s been engrained in me.
This thing that’s blossomed inside me is primitively twisted and sickeningly raw.
And yet, I haven’t put an end to it.
I won’t.
She provoked this part of me and we’ll both see it to the very end.
Naomi sits up, using her shaking hands as support. She takes a few moments to catch her breath and swallows audibly as she ogles my bulge. If there was ever a moment I was proud of my size, it’s right now. I revel in the way her dark eyes widen and her upper lip twitches, but whether it’s in awe or in fear, I have no idea.
When she speaks, her tone is quiet. “What if I don’t want my mouth on your dick?”
“Is that why you won’t stop staring at it?”
Her gaze flits to mine and even under the dim light, I can see how dilated her pupils are. Almost like they’re turning black.
She lifts her chin and hardens her voice, but there’s still a tremor in it. “Maybe I’m staring at it because I want to cut it.”
“Or look at it.”
“You have a wild imagination.”
“Was it also my imagination when you trembled in anticipation? Or when your lips parted the moment my dick touched your stomach?”
“Y-yes.”
“You don’t sound very convincing, Tsundere.” I pull down the zipper of my jeans and free my thick, erect dick with a low groan.
I honestly don’t remember the last time I’ve been so hard, to the point of being on the verge of exploding with a mere touch of my hand.
Naomi’s breath visibly hitches as she openly watches me, her face paling. Her beautiful mouth parts, accentuating the prominent teardrop on her upper lip that I sucked and nibbled on not too long ago.
“If I do it…” Her huge fuck-me eyes meet mine. “If I get you off, I win.”
My lips curve in a smile. My little cheerleader catches on fast. I like that. It makes the game even more fun.
“But you can’t make a bet when I’m collecting my win, baby.”
“You made a bet when you were collecting your win earlier, why can’t I?”
Clever fucking minx.
“What if you don’t succeed?”
She lifts her shoulders. “Then you win.”
I like that idea. In fact, I like it so much that I’m considering not coming and torturing my dick just so I can torment her further.
“Do we have a deal?” she implores.
I give a quick nod. “On your knees, Naomi.”
She gulps, the sound echoing in the silent forest around us, as she moves into position. Her bare thighs are tucked together and strands of her jet-black hair stick to her face when she lifts her head and stares up at me.
The tang of anticipation and the tinge of fear on her face do strange things to me. Aside from making me want to fuck her face until it’s smeared with her tears and my cum.