Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“You like that?”
“I love that. I love every dirty fucking thing there is to do.”
He smiles as he swaps his fingers for the head of his cock, and I close my eyes at the sensation. Fuck, how his piercings snagged me savage just a few short minutes ago, but I want it all over again.
I hold my ass cheeks open, inviting him.
“No lube,” I say. “Just fuck me.”
He smirks. “Ah, you like it, don’t you? You like the thought of a dirty hand buried deep in your filthy fucking ass, and that’s a good thing, because you know what? It’s going to be mine. I’m going to be the one to stretch your ass open first, Ella. I’ll get you ready to tick that box on the naughty list, but you’ve got a long way to go yet, baby. One hell of a way to go. You can barely take my cock yet, let alone a punch fucking.”
I cry out as he edges his dick in, still so fucking raw.
“Need lube?” he asks, but I grit my teeth and shake my head.
“I don’t want lube. I want to feel the burn. Feel the pain.”
“You’ll be feeling it. Don’t worry.”
I play with my clit as he buries deep, one piercing at a time, and then I clench around him, fuck it. I want practice. I want to take what he can take. I want to be a hardcorer.
I am a hardcorer!
I’ve got a pair of guys lined up for my next proposal, and I know they’ll see an additional tick box if I update my profile. If I click the box to accept double anal, they’ll update their offer, and I’ll be richer, and a whole lot dirtier for the pleasure.
I’m sure the man inside me can help me prepare for it…
“Stretch me,” I say to him. “Give me more. Teach me.”
“You’re already straining.”
“Give me more, Josh, please. I want to take it.”
“Alright, then. Let’s get practicing.”
I gulp as he pulls his cock right out, rubbing my clit faster as he lines up his fingers. Fuck, I hope I’m ready for this. He slides three of them in my ass first, and levers his dick against them. I nearly break and tell him to stop, because it hurts so fucking much, but I hold it back, strumming my clit on a mission.
“Good girl,” he says, and I feel the first piercing pop inside me. So much extra fucking girth and pressure alongside his fingers. “That’s it,” he says. “You can take it. Relax now, and give your ass to me, because you know what? This is gentle. A lot of clients don’t want to be gentle, Ella. They want you to scream and cry as you take what you’re given.”
I look into his eyes and right now I see Weston, the hardcorer, staring back at me, no nice guy Josh in sight. This is the guy clients pay big bucks for. This is the filthy, dirty, gorgeous fucking freak at the top of the leaderboard.
“I’ll scream and cry for them,” I tell him as Holly comes to the fore. “I’ll take what I’m given, and I’ll fucking love it. Just like I’ll love seeing your dirty ass later. I hope it lives up to what you promised. I hope your dick is as dirty as you say it’ll be, because I’ll be seriously disappointed if it’s not.”
My words are turning him on. His hips work faster, and the affection in his gaze is all gone. He’s an animal here. A dirty bastard who loves filth, and I’m a slut who wants it.
“Come on, then,” he says. “Bury three fingers in your cunt, right now. Double stretch. Take it like a bitch and get yourself off while you do it.”
It’s so hard to push three fingers in my pussy when my ass is so full. I’m trying to hook them in, but Josh doesn’t give me any leeway to play around. He takes hold of my hand and forces them in for me, and holy shit, how I groan. I feel his piercings against my knuckles through the wall of my pussy, and part of me is screaming inside, wondering what the fuck I’m doing pushing myself so far so soon, but the other part is feeling the drive, the need as I work my fingers in and out, doing what he tells me.
He’s so composed as I flail in contrast, trying to get the spot right. He doesn’t break a sweat, just stares me straight in the eyes, his dick slamming deep in a thump of a rhythm. And then I find the angle. I manage to curve my fingers.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Oh fuck, Josh.”
“Harder,” he says. “Faster. Come for me.”
His words spur me on, and I’m a demon of a whore, giving myself up to the god of hardcore.