Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I let her up and spin her around on the bed. Half the sheets come with her, but that doesn’t matter, everything in this room is ruined, and a little more mess won’t make any difference.
She looks up at me with those fuck-me eyes, and there’s no resisting her. I have to have her. I pull my cock free of my pants and I plunge it inside her, thrusting deep inside her hot, tight, sore cunt. Her lips are so deliciously swollen and red, and her pussy is impossibly tight. She feels like heaven.
“You’re fucking me while my husband is downstairs,” she moans. “You think that marriage means something, but you’re still fucking me.”
She’s a twisted, filthy little thing. She’s corrupting me, and I am an equal and participating partner now. She’s making me face who I am, and what I am. Not as honorable a creature as she wants me to be. Not as honorable a creature as I want to be. I am an animal, claiming my mate, driving my cock as deep inside her as possible, using her body and giving her mine.
“I don’t give a fuck who you married. I don’t give a fuck who says they have claim on you. You’re ours. Mine and Soren’s. And yeah, I’m going to keep you and whip your pussy as often as I need to, and fuck it too. You’re mine, Aslin.” I punctuate every word with a hard thrust. “You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
The bed makes a creaking, groaning sound. Through Aslin’s moans and whimpers, I hear the unmistakable sounds of overburdened structure giving way. I can’t stop fucking her. I won’t stop fucking her. Being in between her spread thighs is the only thing keeping me sane right now. I keep hold of her, one hand in her soft, silky hair, the other gripping her throat. She arches her back up to me, her breasts jiggling with every harsh thrust as the bed slowly gives up beneath us and slumps down.
I ride her from the slanted mattress down onto the floor where the rug grips her butt with a lot more friction than the sheets did and stops her from sliding. With her finally in place beneath me, I grip her legs, hold them high, and pound into her, fucking her the way she needs to be fucked, and fucking her the way I have to fuck her.
She’s beautiful. She’s everything. She takes each and every one of my rough thrusts with feminine elegance, rolling her hips and gripping my cock with her inner walls. Even the lips of her pussy don’t want to give me up, they hold onto me every time I pull out, and then her deep, tight insides welcome me again. I am falling into this woman. I am falling for this woman. I am the one holding her down and fucking her, but it still feels like she’s the one in control somehow.
She screams as she comes. Her inner walls grip me, demanding I give her everything. Aslin always takes everything, and this time she’ll take every drop. I growl, pumping my cum into her, pinning her down so she doesn’t miss even a little bit. She’s going to take every fucking drop of my seed. She’s going to be filled up with my cream. My breathing is ragged as I hold my cock deep inside her and make sure she takes it deep in that bare little cunt.
Finally, when I’ve shot my load and her quivering cunt has stopped sucking every bit of my cum deep, I slide free of her. Or maybe that’s wrong. My cock might be out of her, but I don’t think I will ever be free of this girl.
“Why did you say that?”
“What?” I’m still trying to get my breath back. Aslin is a workout and a half. I’m hoping that pounding settles her down for a couple of minutes at least, but as she sits up and looks at me with those dark eyes of hers, I realize I’ve tired myself out more than her by coming. Tactical error.
“Why did you say I’m yours?”
“Because you are.”
She tilts her head at me.
“You don’t want to be here. Soren dragged you here. You’re a passenger, and things are going to get way more fucked up before they’re done. So maybe it’s not me who should be leaving now. Maybe it’s you.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, rubbing my hands over my face. This is just unrelenting. “This is not the conversation I want to be having now.”
“Do you just follow Soren around no matter what he does, is that it?”
“Yes,” I say plainly. “That is it. But that’s not all it is. I think you’re a liar. I think you’re dangerous. And I think you’re still not telling us everything. I think my friend is down there risking his life because he loves you.”