Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I need to see it.
My words come out of my big mouth without a thought.
“Patience, right. Will you have the patience of a saint when it comes to other men fucking me?”
He stops chopping tomatoes and turns around. There is no sweet Santa in his eyes when they meet mine this time. His stare gives me tingles.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I smirk like a vixen out to snare. “Tell me, Reuben. How will you feel about other men fucking my cunt? Will you have the patience of a saint then, when you’re having to wait your turn?” I lick my lips. “Maybe you should take advantage of it while you can, hey?”
I get a thrill at his glare. Jealousy.
“Watch your mouth,” he says. “This is about pasta, not your cunt.”
“It’s always about my cunt.” I laugh. “You’ve read the reviews. You know how many proposal requests are in my inbox, so if you don’t want to give me a filthy time…”
I pick up my phone, but he moves so quickly that I don’t so much as have time to unlock the screen. I’m down from the breakfast stool in seconds, dragged down the hall by the scruff as his hand fists my hoodie and holds tight.
“Don’t you ever forget who the fuck I am,” he says as he shoves me into the living room. “Don’t ever forget how you met me, Creamgirl. Now STRIP!”
I flinch at the boom of his voice, heart pounding. He tugs his tie free, and takes off his shirt as I stare up at him, dumbfounded.
He’s unbuckling his belt when his eyes lock back on mine, and they’re filled with absolute fire.
“I SAID, FUCKING STRIP!”
I tug my hoodie off, and the oversized t-shirt underneath. I push Reuben’s joggers down my thighs, my breaths shallow as I slide down the boxer shorts he’s lent me. I kick them aside as he kicks off his trousers, and his cock is raging proud.
“Get the fuck here,” he says, and grabs my arm.
I shriek as he shoves me forward and I tumble over the arm of the sofa. My face slams into the cushion and he slaps my ass once, twice, three times, real fucking hard, and I shriek again when my ass cheeks are spread and his cock slams into my pussy, all the way to the balls, so deep it knocks the breath out of me.
Jesus fucking Christ.
He fucks me like a demon with its ass on fire, his entire weight on my back as he slams his hips at lightning speed. I feel powerless as I whimper, because he’s got me pinned and he’s hitting exactly the right fucking spot. I feel his rage with every thrust, and it makes my cunt burn and tighten. He presses my face against the sofa cushion so hard that my cries are muffled, and he ramps up the force, slamming with all his might. I have no control here. My legs are trembling as the sensations rack up inside me, my muscles gripping his cock in a vice as I rise, rise, rise, then explode.
I feel it spray out of my pussy in one huge downpour and rush down my legs. I groan into the sofa at the climax, but he doesn’t give me a single second before he pulls his rampant cock out of me and stabs it straight into my ass. I cry out to a different crazy tune as he spreads my cheeks and drives in deep.
I try to arch up against the invasion, but it’s pointless. He crushes me back down. My pussy is still leaking in little squirts as he fucks me raw – my ass on fire. It feels like I’m being fucked by a red-hot poker, but I don’t give a shit.
I can’t give a shit.
I buck back at him, trying to clench, trying to milk his dick. I want him to come as hard as I did. I want him to fill my ass with his cum. But it doesn’t work.
“You fucking asked for this,” he says as he slams me. “I’m not always a fucking saint, Tiffany, and you fucking know it. Don’t make a joke out of it, and don’t ever make a fucking joke out of me.”
I can’t speak. Can’t think. Can only try to bear it as he fucks my ass like a piston, my soul rising into blissful subspace.
Strong hands grip my hips as my asshole is brutalised. Reuben slams in and out with so much force that it feels like I’m turning inside out, but that’s not enough for him. He drives his fingers in along with his cock, one by one.
All I can do is moan and take it.
I’ve been here before. Fucked like this before. Only usually I’d have a hood over my head.
“Take it, you filthy fucking slut,” he says, pounding into me. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be a filthy fucking slut. If that’s what you want, you can fucking take it.”