Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
A whimper escapes her, her white teeth sinking into her bottom lip as I tighten my grip on her golden strands. "A little more, Flower. I want to see your juices drip over the sides of my boot before I take you. Get yourself nice and wet so I can slide into you without effort."
Another cute little whimper greets me and I choose to reward her, angling my foot in a way that puts the laces in direct contact with her swollen clit.
Her pouty lips part, and a gasp escapes them when I make contact. I readjust my cock that’s painfully pressing against my fly. In just a minute I'll sink inside her wet heat but not yet. Not until she's begging me for it.
This is for her. All for her.
I know exactly what she needs, and how she needs it.
Hard. Brutal. Punishing. Destroying her inch by inch.
"Ride my fucking boot, Flower. More. Spread your legs, and flatten your pussy against my boot."
My encouraging words make her move a little faster, her center grinding harder against the edge of my boot, sending her knees out wider with each movement, like butterfly wings. Fuck she's stunning like this. Her pupils dilated and rimmed with lust, her lips parted, her cheeks rosy with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
She’s chasing a high that only I can give her.
“Oh god…” She pants, and I sink my fingers into her hair, tugging hard as I angle her head back, forcing her to look into my eyes.
“Not God, Flower. Drew. Drew fucking Marshall.” I nip at her lips.
“Drew,” she purrs, correcting herself.
“Good girl.” I praise, and tighten my grip watching as she works herself closer and closer to the edge. “You’re doing such a good job Bel. So wet, so fucking perfect.”
Her tiny hands grip onto me like I’m an anchor, the only thing capable of keeping her in place at the moment. I love how vulnerable she becomes when her need for pleasure overrides everything else. When her desperation for me consumes her. She has no idea how much it turns me on to see her like this.
Leaning closer, I trail my nose against her throat. The combination of the scents fills my nostrils and zings straight to my cock.
“Are you ready to be fucked?”
“Mhm. I’m ready.” She gasps, as I tug on her hair harder.
“What? I didn’t hear you.” I growl, my own control on the fringe.
I want to be gentle with her. I want to give her what I never could before, but it’s harder than I expected. Both because gentle isn’t who I am, and because deep down it’s not what Bel really wants.
"Please… please… I want your cock." She begs, her green eyes bright with lust.
I shake my head and bring my lips to hers. So close they’re almost touching.
"Not good enough. Say it again. Convince me, prove to me how desperate you are for my cock.”
Her eyes flutter closed and then open again. "Please, Drew. I need you inside me, filling me up. Please. I’m so empty."
I nip at her bottom lip gently. "Oh, you beg so prettily. How could I ever deny you what you need when you ask me like that? Sit back. Let me see your work."
I release my hold on her hair and watch as she shifts backward, resting on her calves.
There's a little dark mark on my leather boot top, a tiny line rolling over the side. I lick my lips and smile at her. "Perfect, so good, Bel.”
She shifts again, and I grasp her around the waist to lift her onto my lap. Her hands thread around my neck, and I plant her right over my dick, which is still trapped in my pants. Immediately, she grinds against me, and I clamp down hard on her hips.
"Not until I'm ready," I snap.
She freezes her fingers tightening around the back of my neck. When I'm sure she's not going to move, I uncurl her hands and peel her shirt off, tossing it to the floor. I can’t make my eyes move fast enough. It's like I’m seeing her for the first time all over again.
Creamy white skin. Dusky pink nipples. Tits that are just the perfect size, and a slim belly that leads down to her bare, clean pussy. My pussy. She’s baring her sweet little body to me.
Fuck.
I ease my hands down the curve of her waist, then back up to weigh her breasts in my hands, kneading them, my thumbs rolling over the pebbled nipples.
Greedily, she presses into my touch, her shoulders sliding back as if she can't do anything but orbit me. I am her sun and moon, and she is my entire fucking universe.
My mouth waters, my hands shaking, trembling as if it’s my first time fucking someone. I’d be embarrassed, but there’s no need to be embarrassed, not with Bel in my arms.