Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
“That right?” I growl, ripping at my belt and then shoving the tiny scrap of her miniskirt up. When I reach for her panties, though, fucking holy—she’s not wearing any.
“You’re such a fucking whore you don’t even bother with underwear anymore?” I bring my hand down on her ass. Once. Then again.
“You like making it that easy to bend over so anyone can come along and fuck you?”
I spank her again. Every time my hand makes contact and I hear her little cry, fuck. She’s so beautiful. So fucking perfect. Giving herself like this to me.
I reach between her legs and Jesus Christ, she’s fucking drenched.
She wants this just as much as I do.
She always does.
She was made just for me.
I don’t bother with any more words. I just shove my cock home. Where it was always meant to be. Stuffed up her pussy to the fucking hilt.
She gasps at the intrusion and her hands scrabble against the metal of the bin.
“This is what you’ve been begging for, isn’t it, slut?”
I yank back and then hammer in again. “You love being pounded with dick. You can’t fucking get enough of it, can you? Fucking can you?” I hiss in her ear when she doesn’t respond.
“No,” she whimpers.
“No, what?”
I grab her by the back of her hair and give her a rough shake.
“No, I can’t get enough of it,” she gasps.
But right after she says it, she really starts fighting me. I grip her wrists and hold her in place, fucking her mercilessly. But then she starts squirming. Liking it too much.
“Not yet,” I growl. “Not fucking yet, whore.”
I yank her away from the recycle bin and together, we go down to the ground. That fucking terrible fur cape should protect her back from the asphalt, so at least it’s good for something.
Because I don’t want to take it easy on her.
No, now that I’m looking at her, I need it.
I need her tears.
I need to fucking make her cry.
She sees it in my eyes and the slightest smile crosses her face, then the next second she’s slapping at me again. Fighting my intrusion.
But she doesn’t even know intrusive yet.
“You’re gonna fucking take it like any little whore should.”
I pull out of her pussy and then reach down to reposition myself.
At her other hole.
Her eyes widen and she bites her bottom lip as she feels me there.
Usually I go slow.
Usually I prepare her.
Usually.
But not fucking today.
All week, our lovemaking has been sweet. Gentle caresses in the morning. Needy hands in the shower.
But this is what we both fucking need.
So I slam my cock up her asshole with only the juice of her cunt to lubricate the way.
Her entire body jolts and her features scrunch in pain.
I almost cum on the fucking spot.
I pull out and then ram back in again and fuck, oh fuck, there it is.
The first fucking tear.
I lean over and bite at her cheek before tasting it with my tongue. Salt and perfection.
“Let me hear it,” I groan as I thrust in for the third time into the impossibly tight grip of her ass.
She whimpers in pain and a shudder works its way down my spine. Again. I need it again. More.
“Give me fucking more,” I demand, pistoning out and then in again. “Tell me how much it fucking hurts.”
“It hurts,” she cries. “It hurts so much.” She’s weeping now and I cover her with my body, elbows beside her head on the fur.
“How does it hurt? Tell me. How does it hurt?”
“You’re splitting me open,” she says and then gasps, biting her bottom lip and arching her breasts up into my chest.
Oh fuck, there it is, the pleasure mixed with pain that might be the only thing more beautiful than her tears.
“That’s right I’m splitting you open,” I say harshly, reaching down to twist her nipple.
She cries out and then buries her face against my neck.
“It hurts,” she weeps in my ear. “It hurts so good.”
Jesus fuck.
This woman. This goddamned woman.
I thrust my hips, making sure to grind against her right where she needs it. One more thrust and then I feel it—her whole body shakes as she orgasms.
I let her cry it out against my neck as she clenches around my cock, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through her body if the way she’s clenching on me is any indication.
It takes everything in me but I hold it back because there’s one last fantasy I’ve never lived out with her and in this moment, it’d be perfect.
I slip out of her ass and then grab her by the back of the hair, kissing her on her forehead as I go.
“On your knees,” I whisper. “Now take what I give you like a good girl.”
When she doesn’t move quick enough, I order more harshly. “On your knees, whore.”