Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He licks me faster then, tonguing my clit before slipping fingers inside. My back arches, my fingers dig into his thick hair. He growls and murmurs something as he keeps going, sucking and licking me, and I’m blazing with desire and on the edge, dancing right along that incredible abyss, my brain on fire with him.
This is what he does to me. It’s like there’s a switch deep in my core and only Baptist knows how to turn it on. I melt for him, turn into a soaking, simpering, moaning mess, and I can’t help but want him to drag me over that edge.
I’m so past the point of no return it’s like I left my old life behind and now I’m Baptist’s, owned by him, kept like a beautiful pet in his bedroom, dripping and prepared for him, ready to be fucked and filled and dominated.
He stands, licks his fingers clean, and kisses me. He pulls back and puts those same fingers into my mouth, mixing his spit and my juice on my tongue before he pulls my hair and licks my lips. He growls, loving it, and drags me to his couch.
I drop to my knees and undress him. His clothes come off like liquid sliding from his muscular body and skin. He’s so hard and I take him in my hands, stroking him down on my knees in front of the couch. He purrs and pulls my hair, and I open my mouth, taking him deep into my mouth and moaning as I do it, but he drags me up and kneels me down sideways on the couch so he can reach my pussy and tease me while I take him into my throat.
I moan as I suck his cock.
“I love that sound,” he says and sighs with pleasure. “Your lips wrapped around my tip and your spit all along my shaft. I love when you moan as you suck me, nice and fast.”
I groan and go deeper and his fingers do their delicious work, and I feel like I might explode by the time he drags me into his lap. I arch my back and for one delicious moment, he’s pressed against my entrance, waiting there, promising bliss and better, and his eyes lock on mine, burning with a passion I barely understand until I slide down his shaft and he fills me to the brim, his thick cock stretching me wide. I ride him faster and faster, sweat dripping down my back. He bites my lips and makes me suck his thumb before he reaches it down to tease my clit. I shudder and moan and might lose my mind if he doesn’t stop, but I know he’s not going to.
“Look at me, Webb,” he says and I meet his eyes. “Just for tonight, if it’s only for tonight, you’re all mine. All of you.”
“And tomorrow morning? Do we just walk away and pretend like this isn’t happening?”
He pulls my hair and I gasp as he slaps my ass hard. Like he’s punishing me for bringing reality into our fantasy. “That’s up to you.”
“How’s that fair?” He spanks me again and I grind onto his cock, working my hips. “How’s that my only decision, you bastard?”
“Because you’re the fucking coward.”
“Fuck you.”
I moan as he smothers my mouth with his lips and turns me over. I gasp, down on all fours, and he takes me from behind, controlling and dominating, my face in a pillow. He fucks me rough and spanks me once, twice, three times, his strong hands gripping my flanks, reaching around to tease my breasts and clit, exploding my flesh and unable to stop.
“Tell me I’m wrong. You’re the one afraid of this.” He leans over me, stroking my clit with his fingers as he buries his cock inside. His teeth sink into my shoulder and I shiver.
“You said it too. Just one night.”
“You’re right, but at least I’m brave enough to say it out loud.”
“Bastard. You want me to say it? Then I’ll say it.” I push back, bucking against him, fucking him, taking his cock harder and faster and deeper, my brain exploding and my core clenching. “I want you to fuck me into oblivion and to never touch me again, you fucking prick. I want you to ruin me for everyone that comes after you. I want you to fuck me so hard I scream, and when I come, I want to lose my mind. Stop talking about tomorrow and fuck me, Baptist.”
“That’s my girl,” he growls and slams into me, again and again, taking his rage out on my swollen pussy. “I love it when you quit pretending like you’re a good girl. You’re not, Webb. You’re as bad as they get. You’re a filthy fucking girl, taking my cock and moaning for more, and now I want to watch you come.” He pulls my hair hard. “Come for me, you dirty fucking girl.”