Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Focusing on my pussy with the intensity of a madman.
Unable to close my legs, I start to tug my arms down in short, hard yanks. Hoping to break the chains or whatever they’re attached to.
He’s crazy.
I mean, I already knew he was crazy, but this shit… This is far beyond anything I could have imagined. Six men.
Six men… and sawing into necks…
Only true psychopaths do shit like that.
James leans in again.
A heartbeat later, I feel his warm breath puffing against me.
Freezing at the sensation, I groan, “Oh god.”
It shouldn’t feel good. I know it shouldn’t feel good after everything he just said.
But it does.
Shit.
James groans a throaty groan. “Fuck… you smell so good…”
I swear I hear him smelling me before his breath hits me again in a hot gush that’s almost as alarming as a touch.
Then I feel his tongue sliding up me in a slow, savoring lap. The tip hooking on the hood of my clit before releasing me.
Straining against my bonds, I try to arch off the bed, away from him, as an unwanted spike of arousal slices through me. Slicing from my clit to the center of my core.
Fuck my life.
Despite his confession, my body is still responding to him. Still aching to be filled by him.
Lord help me, please.
This is sick. So fucking sick.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
“Fucking taste delicious too,” James grunts, yanking my ass closer to his face. “I could feast on your sweet, beautiful pussy all day, every day.”
And that’s precisely what he begins to do.
He feasts on me.
He gives my clit one more slow, savoring lick that causes me to strain upwards, longing to escape the intense sensation, then he attacks.
Making wet slurping sounds and hungry noises in the back of his throat, his entire mouth works me over. Consuming me as if he’s swallowing my soul.
Using his tongue, lips, and teeth, he drives me to the brink of a madness that rivals his own.
Like his kisses, he seems to know exactly what feels the best. Exactly how to stroke, lap, nip, swirl, and suck to deliver maximum pleasure.
Unprepared for the onslaught of sensation, I writhe and twist, helpless in the chains that hold me. Tears of agonized bliss burning in my eyes as I gasp, moan, and secretly pray for this nightmare to end.
Oblivious to my inner struggle or simply driven into a frenzy by it, James growls and presses his face hard into my pussy. Smashing and pushing against me until I find myself unwittingly riding and grinding against his face.
Chasing and finally reaching an orgasm that completely breaks me.
A release that feels like it shatters not only my body, but my damn mind too
Crumbling back to the bed, I stare at the ceiling, panting, with the tears finally slipping free.
Only glancing down when James begins to rise up from between my legs, wiping his mouth off on his forearm.
“Are you on any birth control?” he asks out of fucking nowhere.
What the fuck?
Seriously. What. The. Fuck.
“James, please—” I whimper as he adjusts his grip on my thighs, tugs my ass closer, and positions his waist between them.
His cock bobbing up and down as he moves.
“Don’t, Sophia,” he warns, sharply cutting me off. “Don’t ask me to stop. Remember, this is my dream. Mine. I’ve waited too long to have you just… like… this.”
The stupid dream thing, ugh. He’s using it as an excuse to fucking torment me.
To live out some stupid fantasy that’s probably been knocking around in his brain.
But maybe…
Dammit, why didn’t I think of it earlier?
Maybe if this is a fantasy to him, maybe his confession was a fantasy too. His idea of a fun roleplay.
My breath begins to quicken again as he grabs his thick, veiny cock, pulls it down, and guides it to my entrance.
“Are you on any birth control?”
Why is he asking that? Is he worried I could get pregnant?
“Yes,” I exhale in a rush as he suddenly pushes inside me.
My body is so eager to be filled, my pussy so wet and slippery, my walls spread easily for him and grip him.
“What kind?” he groans softly, his head tipping back for a moment.
A look of pure euphoria on his face.
Then his head drops back down, his eyes flashing open.
He doesn’t look at my face, though. No, he looks at where we’re now connected.
Cock to pussy.
Eyes glued to where we’re joined as he slowly pumps in and out of me.
There’s no doubt in my mind after finding his secret box that he’d take a picture if he could of what he’s seeing and keep it.
I look down, trying to see what he’s seeing and almost regret it.
His fingers dig into my thighs, creating little black pools of darkness in my red flesh as he holds me open.
The muscles in his stomach tense and tighten with the fluid roll of his hips.