Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Open your mouth.” She starts for a moment because my normal accolades of love and affection other than a moment ago have ceased and she is now realizing the perilousness of her situation. “Stick your fucking tongue out and hum.” As soon as her mouth opens and she does as I ask, I push through her tight wet mouth and straight to the back of her throat.
Her hands push at my corded thighs while she gags and fights for air. “Oh no you little bitch. You almost destroyed me today, not knowing where you were, no way to communicate with you. Hell, I didn’t know who you were with until the very last few minutes. You almost killed me, Satine.” I roar into the abyss. She continues to hum because she knows it allows me to slide further down her esophagus. I don’t miss the slight rubbing of her thighs proving to me that not only is she perfect for me, but also that this is far from a punishment, yet.
I continue my punishing thrusts anchored in anger and more fear than I have ever felt facing the barrel of a gun. Hearing that her father is here, now in our city is sending me spiraling and not having her complete acquiescence will be what pushes me over the edge. I should pull back, I mean shit, her eyes are bloodshot from the lack of oxygen off and on and her face is covered in tears and snot, but she has never looked more radiant.
Slowly I pull out, her gasps for air sends chills up my spine because that is the sound of life. “Lick it.” She looks at me so proud and licks her tongue out around the head of my oozing cock. “That’s it, baby. Keep licking. Lick the tip. I want to see my seed on your tongue.” She licks the cum that is sliding down the side and closes her eyes as she takes it in. “Such a good girl. Look at you.” Her eyes are beaming with pride and then I take it away once more.
“Hum!” I command once more. This time I will not stop. With one hand behind her head and the other around her throat, making the fit snugger and the ability to breath even less, I batter in and out of her neck, cursing her for not thinking of her own safety and my sanity. I condemn her for being my everything and giving me something to lose in this war I live in. I destroy her in retaliation for all the ways she can destroy me.
Her breathing becomes shallow and her eyes less and less able to remain open. “I am an asshole. I know I should give her permission to tap out, but hell, when I allow her to breathe it will inflate life back into me. “YOU are EVERYTHING!” I shout trying to hold off the inevitable. “If I lose you there will be nothing, Piccola. NOTHING!” I am roaring now. Mixing my anguish and rage together. “This entire city will fall and everyone in it. Do not turn me into an annihilator against my will.” She tries to nod but she is moments from passing out. I should stop, put an end to this but my mind and cock won’t let me. Dio mio, look at how she trusts me implicitly with no fear or self-preservation. “You go nowhere. Do nothing. See no one without me knowing. Christ, I could have lost you. I could have lost you,” I whisper that last part and that is what finally breaks me.
Slowly my grip on her neck loosens, not too swiftly because doing so could rush the oxygen to her brain and she could pass out. A little at a time I allow her life, pulling my cock from her neck in measured movements while letting go of her.
She begins to gag, gasp and cough. The combination of everything sends my seed shooting from my dick. In one last attempt to punish her, I pull back and let it hit the floor. I don’t reward her with it on her skin proving she is mine. I don’t allow her the pleasure of drinking it like a shot of whiskey after a long day. No. She doesn’t get it at all.
The moment it hits the floor she looks at me and I know my message has been received loud and clear. When you belong to me, you do as I have commanded.
Grunting, I stuff my still rock-solid cock back into my pants and hold my hand out for her. She limply places hers in mine and attempts to stand. When her knees all but buckle I bend and lift her into my arms before ascending the stairs into our room. I am still angry, more so at myself because there should be more than one way I have set up to track her. Yeah, this is more so on me than her.