Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I need to feel her quiver with pleasure. Her breathing becomes frantic pants, and her body lightly shakes as a sweat breaks out along her chest. Yes! Like the bastard I am, I pull my hand away just as she’s ready to come. Her eyes spring open as I lean back and her mouth parts in protest. But there’s no need. I’m dying for her release just as much as she is. I smack my hand hard against her clit over and over, and the sound of the slaps fills the room as her mouth screams a lost, silent plea. Her body jolts and spasms as her forceful orgasm pulses through her limbs.
I’m focused far too much on her expression. So much so that if she wanted to see me, she could with how reckless I’ve been. But her eyes stay shut and when she does open them, she doesn’t dare look at me.
As she breathes heavily and desperately tries to steady her shaking limbs, I nudge her hips once again. She easily falls limp on her stomach, and I smile when I compare her willingness now to the last time I tried to get her into position. I lean down and kiss her ass cheek softly while stroking her back. Rewarding her for letting me pleasure her. After all, she is being a very good submissive.
I kneel between her legs and once again attempt to put her on all fours. I slip my fingers under her hips and wait with bated breath while she complies. She steadies herself on her knees, with her hips in the air but leaving her upper body against the mattress. I grin against her lush curves at her submission before kissing her cheek once again. All the while, I pet her lower back soothingly to keep her calm. I bend down lower and lap at her from her clit to her core and dip my tongue all the way in. Her first reaction is to buck forward from surprise. My grip on her hips keeps her from getting far, and she’s brisk in efforts to get back into position for me.
For a moment I think she’ll look back as I move behind her, my hand wrapping around her throat from behind and then up to her chin. I take my time, adjusting her head so she stares straight ahead, and when I take my hand away and she stays still, I kiss her once again.
The sight of her cunt is better than I’ve dreamed. With a languid lick, I reward her. Then my hands move from her hips to aid in pleasuring her.
She writhes under me at the touch to her sensitive clit. I’m not gentle in my touch, I’m fairly rough with her. I fuck her with my tongue but pull back when I feel an obstruction. Her hymen? Please, let it be so. Sitting up behind her on my heels, I cup her pussy with my hand. One hand is on her neck to keep her still, the other moves between her legs. Slowly, I push two thick fingers into her tight sheath. I’m not even knuckle deep when I feel it. My breath leaves me in a rush. A sudden desperation overwhelms me to be inside of her. To rip through her virginity and bring her a pleasure no one else has brought her before.
A moment passes as thoughts war in my mind. I debate on testing her willingness by rubbing the head of my dick against her entrance or continuing with my plan to taste her. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I taste her again and close my eyes as I savor her. She’s so fucking sweet, a delectable beauty. As I enjoy her taste on my tongue, I lose control and madness consumes me.
ELLE
In an attempt to calm my racing heart, I breathe heavily into the mattress. My ass and inner thighs sting from the beast’s coarse hair rubbing ruthlessly against me. He used my body. A heated wave rushes through me, tingling my limbs. I can still feel him behind me. His teeth rake down my neck, teasing me in ways I didn’t know existed. He left me aching in longing for him to do what he must’ve wanted. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. The need to have him inside of me is overwhelming. How could I want such a thing?
I should be grateful he didn’t do what he could have so easily done. He could have overpowered me, he could have forced himself inside of me. I don’t even know him and yet I feel owned by him.
I’ve been taught to fear him, yet I crave his touch. With his large form hovering over my body and forcing me into the position he desires, mixed emotions fight within me. I want him to take me like the savage he is. Subconsciously, I bite down into my lower lip at the realization. He is gentle, yet rough. The heady mix fuels a fire inside of me.