The Man Upstairs Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
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I rubbed her clit, teasing, and she tipped her head back so fast that her glasses skewed on her sweet face. Delightful. She looked so fucking innocent.

I watched her, there in her beautiful, horny vulnerability, and returned to my thoughts of the men who’d wanted her in the club. I imagined the fantasies they’d been having. Imagining her sucking their cocks, and hoping to plough her tight little pussy like she was nothing but a conquest on a night out. But she would never be that. Not for anyone. She was all mine.

All mine for all time. I liked the sound of that. It would make a good chapter heading.

I kissed a path up her body as she wriggled. I sucked her tits into my mouth so hard I’d leave marks, and she begged for more. I bit her, leaving a string of love bites across her collarbone and on the underside of her arms, consumed. I’d have happily covered her whole body with them, my head screaming MINE whenever they landed, but I arrived up at her face, captivated. I didn’t straighten her glasses when I kissed her sweet mouth. I wanted her messy and wild. Tainted.

She kissed me back like she was starving for it, hitching even higher to keep the toys inside her like a good girl.

I imagined the idiot who’d come on to her at the bar, playing with her tits, with her lying there for him instead of me – letting my possessiveness take hold. The alien feeling was becoming familiar, and growing in power.

I liked it.

I took hold of the nearest black marker pen, my mind whirring with a whole stream of filth I wanted to write. So many words for a perfect bruised canvas. My hand was shaking as I tried to decide.

“Do it,” my angel said. “Make me a dirty girl. Make me a slut.”

Slut. Yes.

I wrote an S, ragged on her stomach, my hand clenched around the pen so tight I could have broken it. I attempted to write an L to follow, but the rise and fall of her breaths sent me insane. It was as though time sped up and slowed in unison, and I was there, in the thrill, with a crazed sense of possession beyond the remit of control. A zen moment. Falling into the abyss. A glorious abyss of possession. Love. Yes. This was my love. My true love for my sweet Rosie.

I lost it, hands shaking, letters becoming nothing but a frenzied mass of scribbles, all over her skin. SLUT. Her tits were covered, her stomach, and thighs. WHORE. She moaned out a fuck, trying to keep the toys inside her as I scrawled my way around her clit, CUM SLUT, peppering the aftermath with kisses. I followed the marker pen, my mouth as crazed as my scrawls.

MY DIRTY BITCH

MY ANGEL

MY WHORE

MY SLUT

MY DIRTY GIRL

The words were a crisscross around her neck when I moved up, and I didn’t stop there. I couldn’t. I took her chin in my hand and met her eyes, loving the way she gasped for me. And then I used the marker as a messy lipstick, leaving a trail down her chin as I finally threw it aside.

Rosie tasted of ink and used pussy. She bucked up at me – as lost in the fever as I was – and I slammed the dildo in and out of her cunt so hard she cried out.

Fuck, I needed to focus on my own dick, not a fake one. I kneeled up against the headboard and turned her ink smeared face towards me, glasses still skewed.

“Show me how much of a good slut you really are,” I said. “Earn my cock.”

She bobbed her head to take me in her mouth, trying her best as I ploughed the dildo in her pussy to the same rhythm. Her legs were spread high, and she didn’t have the use of her hands since they were bound, so she was subject to my every whim and every movement.

Perfect.

I fucked her face until she was gagging, but she kept on bobbing her head, staring up at me with fluttering lashes through thick frames. I took her hair for extra leverage and used it, making her sweet young throat quack for me, and the fire was burning merrily, my balls tightening, ready to explode. But no. NO. I pulled away, leaving trails of spit from her mouth and smears of pen ink on my throbbing cock.

I needed her cunt. I wanted my cum dripping from her slit like seedy nectar.

The beads were still tight in her ass as I replaced the dildo with my cock. I forced her legs even higher as I buried deep, knees to her tits, taking hold of her bound wrists to fuck her like a beast. I loved the sight of her, dirty with scrawls, and scribbles, and love bites. I loved her dirty face, so angelic and so smeared with her spit all over her chin.


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