Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He leaned in and kissed me.
I wanted to rip my lips from his, but he shifted his hand to my jaw and applied gentle pressure until I opened my mouth.
The moment his tongue thrust inside, he lifted my knee over his hip, throwing me off balance as he lowered his knees and pressed his hips forward.
His heavy cock pushed against my sore entrance.
Digging my nails into his upper arms, I whimpered while trying to twist my head away.
Showing no mercy, he thrust in deep, impaling me against the tiled wall as he kissed me.
The first couple of thrusts hurt, like being stabbed in the stomach, but then the pain eased and was slowly replaced with a warm, growing pleasure. After another moment, the pain had faded, completely overtaken by a dark, primal pleasure and a hunger I had never felt before.
I wanted more.
I slowly relaxed my jaw and kissed him back.
When I broke the kiss, needing to breathe, he kissed down my neck and sucked on my delicate skin, sending waves of electric shocks tingling over my body.
I hated it and loved it at the same time.
“That’s right, be my good princess and let go. Let me make this good for you.”
He pulled out just a little more, then slammed back in.
It hurt a little but in a way that made the pleasure feel sharper and more intense. Then I felt something else, like pressure starting to build. The pressure and friction became a little stronger. He did it again, and I moaned out his name without even realizing it.
He leaned back to give me a possessive smirk that made me want to both scratch his eyes out and pull him in closer for another kiss.
He lifted my other leg up by the knee until both my legs were wrapped around his hips.
“Marksen, please,” I rasped, crossing my ankles behind his back, holding on to him for dear life, not wanting this assault on my senses and body to ever end.
“Please, what, princess?”
“Make me feel good.”
“Do you want to come for me again, princess?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pulled out again, and this time when he pushed in, he wasn’t gentle.
The sting was gone.
I had never felt anything like this before.
I was so full and overwhelmed; it felt like he was controlling my body from the inside.
Marksen’s hands cupped my ass and he pulled me up higher on the wall to push into me at a more punishing, frenetic pace.
He hit some magical spot inside of me that made my vision white out and electricity bolt up my spine and tingle down to my fingers and toes.
He did it again and again, thrusting harder and faster, building my pleasure higher and higher until it was as tense as a rubber band about to snap.
Over and over again.
“Fuck, princess, you are so tight, and you are taking my cock like such a good girl.”
His words pushed me even higher. My core tightened. My head was swimming, and all I could do was hold on to him as he fucked me.
“Tell me you like it. Tell me it feels good for you now.” His breath was harsh against my cheek, coming out in short pants, as his hands held on to me tighter.
My fingers threaded through his hair. On instinct, I pressed my heels into the small of his back to urge him deeper.
I tightened my lips, unwilling to give him the satisfaction.
He bit my lower lip. “Say it, or I’ll pull out before your pretty cunt comes, force you to your knees and shove my cock down your throat until I come.”
“Marksen, please,” I begged.
“Say it,” he growled.
I didn’t know what I wanted. Just that I needed it and Marksen was the only person that could give it to me. “Fine,” I moaned. “I love it.”
“Good girl. Come for me, princess, let it all go,” he demanded, and something deep inside me heard his order and obeyed.
Every muscle in my body tightened and then released in the most euphoric feeling I had ever felt. I cried out my release as Marksen swore, slammed into me a few more times, and then stilled, pressing his head to mine, holding me perfectly still while I could feel his cock pump his hot come inside me.
He stayed like that for a moment. His forehead pressed to mine, his eyes closed while we both tried to regain our composure.
Slowly, I unlocked my ankles from behind his back and put my feet on the wet tiles of the shower floor. The second my feet hit the floor his cock slid from my now sore pussy.
He backed up from me a moment and went to adjust the water.
I turned, intending to sneak out.
“Don’t you dare move,” he barked, grabbing my hair and pulling me back against his hard chest.
He held us both under the now pleasantly warm water.