Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Which I suppose is fair.
"No, please," she says with renewed vigor, shaking her head. "Please don't hurt me."
Please falls from her lips like a Sunday morning prayer, over and over again, more and more desperate as I shove her panties lower and make room for myself between her thighs.
Her desperation intensifies.
"Please, please don't do this."
I ignore her protests, though I do enjoy them. I wish I had more time with her tonight. I haven't even been inside her yet, and I'm already regretting knowing I won't be able to explore every hole or taste every inch of her. My time is limited—literally. When those doors open, she's getting the hell out of here. And if she has her way, I know she'll never see me again.
I don't like that at all.
I want her hair loose and sliding between my fingers as I palm her skull, pulling her into my chest as I drive into her. I want to feel her weight in my arms as she sleeps beside me, know what she looks like in the morning when she first wakes up. I want to taste her, dominate her mouth and her scrumptious ass.
I need... much more time than what's left of an hour.
Gazing down at her, I see tears glistening in her eyes.
"Will you have dinner with me?"
Her eyes widen. "What?" she whispers, utterly dumbfounded.
"If I stop now, or even if I don't. Will you have dinner with me? I'll take you somewhere nice."
"No," she says immediately, too floored by my insane request to even think before she utters the word.
My brow furrows. I suppose it makes sense, but it was not the answer I wanted.
My gaze flickers to her braids and all I can think is that I'm so fucking limited on time, I can't even spare a minute to unbraid her hair so I can see it loose.
I need to see her breasts, at least, so I unbutton her shirt and push it open. She's wearing a white bra. I shift her weight and reach behind her to unclasp it.
She squeezes her eyes shut as the fabric goes slack. I want the bra all the way off, so I have to release her wrists.
Of course, she starts fighting me again, so I have to get a little rough with her to get her undressed.
Her tits jiggle as I shove her back down against the bed, my eyes devouring every inch of her exposed body. Her tits aren't large, barely a B-cup, but her nipples are a perfect dusty pink and I very much want them in my mouth.
Not one to deny myself, I lean over and dip my head, flicking my tongue across one soft pink tip. Sophie cries out in protest, struggling against my renewed grip on her wrists.
"Stop," she cries, but I don't.
I stroke her nipple with my tongue, then suck it into my mouth. She gasps and bucks her hips, trying to get me off her, but it's a useless waste of energy.
I bite down on her nipple and she cries out, her body stilling beneath mine.
Good girl.
Keeping her pretty pink nipple between my teeth, I give it another warning pinch as I slowly let go of her hands.
It's meant to let her know that, while I'm releasing her hands, I can still hurt her.
She seems to get the message because she hasn't suddenly been overcome with desire for me, but she remains still and doesn't try hitting me again when I release her hands.
Now that mine are freed up, I let one hand roam over to squeeze and caress her other tit until I can get to tasting it. This one is just so fucking delicious; I can't tear myself away.
I hear little gasps and groans of protest from her as I grope and tweak her nipples with my teeth, but she's too afraid I'll bite her again to put any muscle behind trying to fight me.
My cock is a log of fucking steel in my pants after tasting and teasing her tits. I kiss my way down her torso, making my way toward her pussy, but now that I don't have a sensitive part of her between my teeth to threaten her with, she grabs my hair and yanks, roaring like a magnificent Viking queen as she tries to hurl me off her.
I think it should annoy me, but I seem to love every fucking thing she does.
Besides, I don't mind having my hair pulled.
I smirk to let her know it, then I grab a handful of her braids and give her a much harder yank than I did before.
She cries out, her neck naturally angling as her head is pulled back. I take advantage and bury my face in that sensitive nook, kissing and nibbling on her as I force her back on the bed and plant myself between her thighs.