Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
My pussy is clenching around him because those fingers make me ache with need.
"Oh God!" I scream out. Every smack down makes me groan with need and shake. It hurts and it feels good. He spanks and finger fucks me and I am dying over here. How can it feel so good? How can I want this so much? I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I don’t understand why he’s doing this. I don’t know why I seem to like it. Why I don’t want it to stop. I mean, I want him to stop but I also…don’t.
"You can be as vocal as you like, Sarah. Music to my goddamn ears," Damien moans.
I didn’t realize I was moaning as much as I was and crying out random things until he said that. I’m allowed to talk when he takes the words out of my mouth…through my pussy.
If I wasn’t moaning at the sound of his moan I might laugh.
That sound, his voice, God that's so damn sexy. I shouldn’t find him sexy at all, but I fucking do! And that sound, his pleasure from me? That is the sort of thing that undoes me. I can’t think logically when he’s moaning at me and touching me. This is what insanity feels like, and I’ll keep falling down the rabbit hole.
Damien’s moan, the wet squelching sound of my pussy getting fingered so fast, and the thwacks of the spanks he lands on my ass are staccato notes between my constant symphony of sighs. I'm trembling, shivering, shaking around him. His fingers in my pussy feel so damn good feeling me up I'm screaming for them. I don't know how they can feel so good. If they feel this good, then Damien's thick cock inside me might kill me from the pleasure.
Oh, God, no, don’t think about that. I'm trying so hard to stop thinking about what it would be like for his huge cock to dive into my pussy and sink into me until I’m breathing him in. I need to stop thinking about him like that. I need to think about how wrong this is. How much I want to get away. But I can’t think about that. I can barely think about anything surrounding how much I need him.
“Get out of your head,” Damien commands. “I’ll help,” he says with a dark laugh that sends chills through my body.
Damien's spanking hand comes down hard, and when I cry out, that hand comes to my mouth. Clamps over it. His other hands pumps his fingers faster into my pussy and I scream against his hand over my mouth. I feel the ecstasy and pleasure building up inside of me, and his hand trails down my neck and chokes around my throat.
And his fingers slide out of my pussy just before I can orgasm.
"Damien, please, oh please," I start begging. He was right. I am out of my head right now. Out of my fucking mind because I'm begging this monster to never stop, to keep going somewhere that I don’t even know where it is going.
Damien’s choking me hard, but that's not why I'm begging. I need to come and he stopped me. That’s why I'm begging. God, he’s the not the monster. Or if he is, so am I. Because I cannot focus on anything but the fluttering, tense agony of the pressure building within me and he’s keeping on the edge with no control over my body. I’m deeply in his control and I’m terrified. Terrified because I don’t fear him right now. All I fear is that he’ll stop. Silence was bad enough, but this would be murder if he didn’t let me come now. I need Damien so much that my body is starting to make little promises of trade. I’ll do anything to come. I writhe, I whimper, I gasp. I don’t know what to do.
Damien’s fingers squeeze at my neck and I feel like a warning shot has gone off. ”You wanna come, baby girl, but you forgot that you're being punished. Your reward is over," Damien says with the scarily calm voice.
"Over?" I yelp, gasping as he releases my throat. My reward? How could that be my reward? I didn’t get to have an orgasm. That was my punishment, right?
No. That was the reward. Here comes punishment.
He sets me back up against his lap and my legs wrap around him. I start to grind on him, instinctually needing to hump him like some kind of animal. I know Damien wants me. Can’t he give me what we both want? I don’t know much about sex, but I know that I feel his erection knocking at the door and I want him to answer so badly. I want him to fill me up and erase this agony his started in my body.