Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he tightens his fingers on my throat. The pressure intensifies, and it’s no longer just uncomfortable. It’s hard to breathe.
I said the wrong thing.
I made him angry.
On what planet did I think it was smart to anger a man I just saw murder someone? Is an orgasm worth death?
My feet shoot down, but he uses his head to elevate me, and his tongue bites hard on my clit. He might rip it off, mutilate me. He probably wouldn’t care that I was dead. He’d fuck my corpse and be okay with it. The most fucked up thing about this situation is that I might die, and all I can think about is how fucking good what he’s doing to my pussy feels. Tremors shake through me, my hands crawl at the dirt beneath me, and my hips rise in the air, desperate for his mouth on my pussy.
“That’s it, Mouse. Fuck my mouth like a dirty little slut. You want to be used, don’t you? To be fucked raw, never knowing if I’ll snap your pretty little neck. I’m going to use you like the cheap whore you are. Look at you naked on the dirt, begging to be fucked like a pathetic whore. Is that what you want? To be my fuck toy?”
I’m unable to answer, so I buck my hips against him, circling my pussy, desperate to have more of his mouth on me. He presses on my G-spot and sucks my clit, and my body combusts. Over my head, my eyes focus on the formations of stars in the dark sky, making me believe I’m in heaven.
He’s right. I’m a whore. I want him to use me, control me, make me come so hard I can’t think straight.
Chapter Seven
Mikhail
The girl makes coming look like a damn art form. I reluctantly loosen my grip on her throat and gaze at her as she gasps for breath. Her slender hands reach for the skin, and her fingertips brush along the harsh bruises my hand has left in its wake.
Her eyes connect with mine, and I’m shocked by what I see behind them. She should be scared. She should be terrified. She should despise me. She should run. But all I see in her soft gaze is hunger mixed with wonder. That strange pang in my chest appears again, twisting and creating something I don’t recognize. Is it sympathy? Lust?
“What were you saying about not coming?”
She smiles. A genuine smile. Warm, radiant, and kind. It’s been a long time since anyone has shown me kindness. But when I gaze into her pretty face, it’s all I see.
“That was”—her hand hesitates as she moves it to my face—“wonderful. Thank you.”
I want to tell her she’s welcome, wrap her in a blanket, and take her home. Treat her right. Make her feel special. But instead, I wrap her soft hair around my hand and yank her head back. “Don’t thank me yet. That was just the appetizer.”
Raising off the ground, I release my painfully throbbing cock from my pants and present it to her. Her lips part, and before she can say anything, I shove my dick in her pretty little mouth. She trails her velvet tongue around my shaft, coaxing a moan from my lips.
Her hands move up my legs and stop at my ass. Her long nails grip my skin, and she digs into my flesh, pulling my cock further to the back of her throat.
“Open that throat wide for me, Mouse. Take it all in.”
Gagging sounds fill the silence between us as saliva drips from the corners of her mouth. She looks like a perfect little porn star, except she’s better than anything on film.
My hands fist her hair and I use it as reigns to guide her up and down my shaft. Her long fingers move on my length, adding to the perfection of her warm mouth.
“Fuck, Mouse. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come right down that pretty little throat.”
My words egg her on, and instead of backing off, she works her hand and mouth on my cock while her other hand moves to my balls.
She squeals as I yank her head back. Using her long hair, I pull her around, push her against a tree and cup her pussy. “As much as I love your pretty little mouth, what I really want is to fuck this sexy cunt.”
Lifting one leg, I slide my cock to her center and impale her with one deep thrust. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
She screams as I pound in her cunt with no mercy. She braces her hands against the tree, but I push her with my body, making the tree a barrier so she can’t move, can’t run, can’t do anything but take my cock.