Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Pushing the door open, I walk to the edge of the bed, staring down as my entire body shudders. She’s lying on her back, wearing a tank top and shorts, just like last time, her excited nipples poking through the material. She raises her eyebrows and smiles. “So you didn’t catfish me.”
I smirk, holding myself back. My hand twitches to claim her thigh. “Is that what you thought?”
“Oh, it crossed my mind.”
I laugh quietly when she sits up, the handcuffs falling away. Her ankles aren’t attached, either. She pauses as if unsure where to go from here, but my instincts don’t have any doubt or hesitation.
Suddenly, I’m next to the bed, kneeling. Will you marry me? I could say the words right now and mean them sincerely. I kiss her to stop myself from saying it, taking her shoulders possessively in my hands, holding her trembling body as our lips make contact.
She moans through the kiss. It’s the sweetest noise, filled with urgency like she can’t hold back the desire. My hand moves to her leg. I grab her thick thigh in my hand, almost howling when I feel how warm she is, how full. She’s much thicker than I could’ve dreamed in my wildest fantasies.
I growl, break off the kiss, and start kissing down her neck. She whimpers and trails her fingernails through my hair.
“Aren’t you mad about the cuffs?”
“No, because it won’t be pretend next time,” I snarl.
“We have to be quiet,” she whispers, then starts to moan.
I’m a greedy bastard. Now that I’ve tasted her, I can’t stop pulling down her top so that her ample breasts spill free. They’re as full as the rest of her, her nipples big and hard with lust. I push them together, lean forward, suck her nipple, and lick the other, massaging, losing myself in her.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, struggling to keep my voice low. “I need your virgin slit.”
“N-not tonight,” she whispers. “I’m s—”
Before she can say it, I kiss her again. She never needs to tell me sorry. Not when her virgin body is so damn hot for me. She moans through the kiss, her voice muffled, but the message is clear. The lust and the hunger are evident.
She wants me like I want her. Or is it just physical? I don’t give a damn right now. I kiss her with more passion, rubbing her eager tits at the same time. She arches her back, perhaps on instinct, as I gently caress her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“But you’ll let your man cuff you to the bed.” My voice is solid. It’s not a question. “You trust me, Katy. You’ll lie down and take everything I give you.”
She leans back, her lips red from kissing, her eyes wide and beautiful. It feels so right, the contact, so much more natural than it ever was, but I can’t even think about my past weak attempts at dating. This is something else. Katy was made for me.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispers.
I touch her face and cradle her cheek. The words try to burst out of me like I knew they would. You belong to me, but I’m stronger than I thought. Or maybe I’m too good at pushing stuff deep inside me.
I don’t lie to her. “You deserve the whole goddamn world, Katy.”
“Sam…”
She moans my name, and I lean forward again, kissing her this time. I climb on the bed, brushing my body against hers, feeling her nipples through my T-shirt. As we kiss, I gently take her hand, guiding it to the bedpost, the handcuffs.
Leaning up, I look deeply into her eyes. Her mouth is open, cheeks red, blotchy, and sexy, and she’s nodding. “This is crazy.”
“It is.”
“I shouldn’t let you do this.”
I smirk. “Probably not, but I’d never hurt you. I just need to control you. To own you.”
I’m getting so close. Her eyes snap open widely. I can’t take it, the possible rejection. I never cared about it until I saw my Katy. Leaning down, I kiss her again, clicking the cuffs into place. I do the same with her other hand, then kiss down her body, lifting her shirt and grabbing her shorts.
“Has anybody ever licked your pussy before?”
“N-no,” she moans. “We have to be…”
“Bite the pillow,” I groan as I grab her shorts and underwear while pulling them down.
My cock gets harder when her legs fall open, her hole glistening in the lamplight. Her lips are full and swollen with lust. Her clit is gorgeously engorged. Her hole looks ready for my dick, almost winking at me, pink and sexy. She gasps.
Fuck. I can’t hold myself back anymore. Instead of kissing up her legs, I grab her thighs and bury my face in her virgin pussy. She screams into the pillow as I start licking her lips, swirling around her entrance, selfishly taking as much of her taste as possible. Her thick thighs squeeze around my head so I can feel their shape.