Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67703 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67703 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Griffin.” She pleaded with me with her eyes, begging me to keep going.
“You’ll come when I say so.”
She groaned in protest, and she used all her strength to raise her arms toward me.
This time, I let her do it, since I was going to enforce my punishment. I let her arms move up as her fingers reached for my hair. But instead of letting them hit their mark, I pushed them against her stomach and untied the rope.
Once her hands were free, she reached for me again, desperate to finally get her hands on me so she could enjoy me.
I grabbed her by the arms and forced her into a new position, her face against the mattress and her ass in the air. I pulled both of her arms back and tied her wrists together, being harsh on purpose because she’d disobeyed me.
And then I smacked her ass—hard.
“God…” Her body shifted forward from the force of my hit.
Her cheek was already red. “What did I say?”
She breathed deeply through the pain, moaning slightly.
“I told you not to move. What did you do?”
She didn’t answer.
I spanked her again.
She moaned and jerked forward. “I moved…”
I gripped the rope between her two hands and pushed on her lower back, making her bend a little deeper. Then I directed my pulsing dick inside her, pushed through her wetness, and hit her deep and hard.
She moaned again but didn’t move her arms since she was stuck in place.
I gripped both of her elbows and pounded into her forcefully, slamming into her pussy without a hint of gentleness. I usually made love to her because she asked me to, but now, all I wanted to do was fuck her. I loved my woman, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck her the way a man fucked a whore.
My hand moved to the back of her neck, and I gripped her as I thrust deep inside her, my balls swinging back and forth because I was moving with impressive speed. The longer I fucked her, the more I was greeted with her wetness. I stared at her tight little asshole as I kept her wrists pinned to the small of her back.
I could do this all night.
A real man should always fuck his woman like this, make her feel how turned on he was. I knew she could feel how thick my dick was, feel how immensely hard it was just for her. I’d fucked a lot of women in my lifetime, doing kinky shit that was down and dirty, but none of those fantasies compared to this one.
Fucking someone I loved was so much better.
It made me appreciate her even more, the way she gave herself to me with complete trust. She was being treated like an animal, but because I was the one thrusting inside her, she enjoyed it. The top was so tight around her wrists that she couldn’t move, but she moaned through my thrusts anyway.
Such incredibly pussy.
Her fingers tried to reach for my hand, but they were constricted too tightly in the rope. She moaned with my thrusts then gasped for air when I fucked her even more viciously. Her face was smashed into the sheets as my hand pushed her farther into the bed, but she never asked me to stop.
I leaned forward over her, my ass tight from clenching so hard. This was exactly how I wanted to claim my woman, tied up and defenseless. I could enjoy her however I wanted because I’d earned her. She gave herself to me freely, knowing I was putting up with bullshit every single day just to keep her.
I earned this ass.
Her moans were muffled by the sheets, but her pleasure was undeniable. Her pussy tightened around me, coating me with mounds of sexy cream. She covered me to the hilt, making the white liquid build up around the base of my dick and behind my crown. Her moans echoed inside the bedroom and passed through the walls, filling up every inch of the house.
She slowly wound down, catching her breath as her wrists fought the rope that bound them together.
I slowed my movements before I shoved myself deep inside her, coming with a loud moan. “Damn…” That moment when I dumped my seed inside her made me feel invincible. I had this beautiful woman with her legs spread, taking my cock with enthusiasm, and she loved feeling her pussy stuffed with my essence. She loved me despite my flaws, loved me despite her family’s hatred.
I’d earned a damn good woman.
I wanted to keep coming inside her, to keep making her mine over and over again. I didn’t untie the rope or let her face rise from the mattress. I kept her pinned in place as my cock softened. I pulled myself out and watched my own come drip to her entrance. I stared at it, my cock hardening again in pride. Nothing turned me on more than watching myself claim my territory. This woman was all mine.