Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
And just like before, she writhes under me like a whore. Only she’s not putting it on for show, not with her pussy gushing until her thong is plastered to her lips. I stroke her mound while sucking her nipple, and the sound of her moans makes me drip.
She’s never had a man like me before. Who wouldn’t feel like a king, making her come until she covered my face in her sweet pussy juice? And now, she spreads her legs, jerking her hips to meet my touch. Moaning, her head rolling from side to side, eyes closed. “So good.”
I release her nipple, giving it one last flick. “Is it? I should stop, then.” Just like that, my hand is gone.
Her eyes fly open. “What? No! Don’t stop!”
“Why should I reward you for being a tease?” A light brush against her nipples makes her writhe and moan helplessly.
“Please… it’s so good…” She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears, which is where I want her. I want her to beg. I want her entire existence to depend on what happens next. Whether or not I grant her pleasure.
“Is it? But you’ve been a nasty little tease. Rubbing yourself against me. Making sure I couldn’t forget you’re here.” I roll my hips and grind against her pussy.
“Yes! Oh, god!”
“You mean yes, you deliberately fucked with me?” I lap at her nipple until she whines.
“Yes! Yes, I did, I did, and I’m sorry.”
That was too easy. I was hoping to drag it out a little more, even with my cock dripping the way it is. “And why did you do that?” I whisper.
“Because I… I mean, I wanted…”
“To screw with me?”
“To do this.”
“I see.” I move away from her, rolling onto my back at her side. “Thank you for being honest.”
“What are you doing?” she asks. She tries to twist herself onto her side so she can face me, but all she manages is to flop around.
“I’m sorry to say you’ve gotten me hard to the point where I’ll have blue balls for hours. I have to come to avoid that.” I toss my shorts aside and take myself in hand.
“You’re… doing it to yourself?”
“I don’t have a choice. Believe me. You think I’m a bastard without blue balls? You haven’t seen anything.” I sigh while my hand slides up and down.
“But I’m…”
“You’re?” I ask, grinning to myself at the whine still in her voice.
“I’m right here. And if there’s such a thing as blue clit, I have it.” She wiggles closer like she did before, her legs rubbing against mine. “Please.”
Fuck, how am I supposed to resist that? I don’t plan to, but I’ll let her simmer a little longer. It’ll be better for both of us that way. “Please, what?” I ask, gritting my teeth to hold on while my hand continues its slow journey over my shaft.
“Really?”
“I need to hear it.”
“Please.” She draws a hitching breath. “Please. Let me come. Make me come.”
“That’s not good enough. How should I make you come?”
“With your cock.”
Fuck, yes. “More,” I groan. “What do you want me to do with it?”
“Um… fuck me?”
“Aren’t you sure?”
She sounds pathetic when she whimpers, “Yes. I’m sure.” She runs her foot over my leg. I have to bite back a groan. “I want you to fuck me with your cock.”
Precum drips onto my fist at the sound of that. She’s desperate for it. Hungry for me. For my cock. A woman doesn’t sound like that when she’s acting.
I’m on her before she can react, rolling her onto her side, away from me. I yank the thong down to her knees while whispering, “Be careful what you wish for.”
She’s sopping wet, like a river between her swollen lips. Lips I drag my head through, picking up her slickness. The heat is mind-blowing. “Mm, yes. That’s nice.” She moves with me until I’m hitting her clit.
I let her do it, closing my eyes and grinding my teeth to keep from shooting my load here and now. There’s something insanely erotic about the way she moves. She’s uninhibited and single-minded. Focused on chasing the high.
Until she starts crashing into me, and I have to take her hip to hold her still. “Don’t break it before I get it in you.” I slide over her hip, down her thigh, and around to her clit.
She arches against me when I make contact and begin circling it with the tip of my finger. “Ohh…”
“You’re going to come for me first,” I say before sweeping my tongue over the curve of her ear. She shudders, a high-pitched whine building in her throat that turns to a moan when I sink my teeth into her shoulder.
She’s unlocking me. All of me. The savage, the brute. I want to make her come. I need to make her hurt. “How does that sound? You want to come for me?”