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)
When I thrash my head again, struggling to be free of the last remaining shreds of my resistance, he gives me the shove I need to be finally be free.
Shouting out in a near deafening roar, he commands, “Take my cum, Sophia. Fucking milk it out of me!”
All my muscles instantly lock up, my body obeying even if my brain hasn’t quite gotten to that point yet.
My pussy clamps down on him, as tight as a vise, so tight he has no choice but to still and shudder against me.
A release…
No, not a release this time.
An epic fucking explosion of overwhelming orgasmic bliss blasts through me, rocking my entire body.
And James moans, actually moans, as my pussy does exactly as he commanded it to do.
My walls relax then pulse and squeeze around his thick cock, milking the cum out of him.
“Oh fuck,” James cries over and over, his body grinding and rocking against mine as I’m flooded and filled with something hot and sticky.
Bound to him by the chains and my throes, I endure an agonizing pleasure that’s so good it nearly hurts for what feels like hours.
Only returning to my senses when he finally stops rocking against me.
The first thing I notice is my legs shaking uncontrollably.
The second is James’s eyes.
Still wide open. Still staring at me.
But they’re not filled with happiness this time.
Oh no, they’re filled with something that’s closer to awe.
As if he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.
Panting heavily, trying to catch my breath and becoming aware of how raw my throat suddenly feels from all the screaming I did, I stare back at him, not comprehending.
“God, you’re beautiful,” James says, soft and husky.
Moving his arms, he slides my legs off his shoulders then grabs my face.
His thumbs stroke against my cheeks as his gaze drinks me in, then he dips his head and places the sweetest, most gentle kiss I’ve ever felt or experienced on my lips.
I open my eyes before he does when he pulls away, and see his still closed as if he’s still savoring the moment.
Then he groans, “God, I fucking—” before he stops.
Just stops.
I feel my soul straining towards him, waiting with bated breath for him to finish that sentence.
A sense of expectation humming inside me.
But he never finishes whatever he was going to say.
His eyes snapping open, I catch a glimpse of panic in their dark depths before he suddenly rears back and jerks his cock out of me.
Coming up to his knees, he grabs me by the hips and flips me over.
And I finally realize why he has the chains connected to the cuffs the way he does.
So they’ll twist and flip with me.
Not knowing or understanding what’s going on, I try to push up from the bed, only to have him stop me by shoving my face down into sheets.
“James!” I cry out as he grabs my hip again with one hand and yanks my ass into the air. “What the fuck?!”
“Be quiet, Sophia,” he warns as he rams his still-rock-hard cock inside me from behind. “I need to focus on knocking you up.”
12
James
The phone rings twice before Lucifer’s tired voice comes on the line. “What is it, James?” Simon is the only one who calls this early.”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole. Hang up your phone and don’t fucking answer when I call again or I’ll shoot your right ear off,” I snarl into the phone before pressing the disconnect button.
Redialing Lucifer’s phone, I wait through the unanswered rings until I hear his voicemail.
Blah, blah, blah. That’s all I hear as I feel my blood boiling with fucking rage and something I can’t identify.
Finally hearing the long-awaited beep, I snarl, “I fucking hate you.”
Whipping around to make sure Sophia doesn’t wake up, I move silently through the bedroom and out into the hall.
Only Mitzy notices my passing.
She’s the only one who hears me when I want to be silent.
“I’m going to fucking stab out your cursed blue eyes and skull-fuck the sockets. I won’t even use a fucking rubber when I do it. How fucking dare you, you fucking fuck!” I spit out and then make myself move even further away from the bedroom.
I really am trying to keep my voice down despite how loud it continues to grow.
“Do you fucking hear me, you cursed fuck? You goddamn whore of a goat and son of a mythical asshole! You just had to get all fucking personal. You just had to talk about kids and shit like that. You couldn’t leave well enough alone. No, you had to make sure I couldn’t control myself….”
Fucking dammit.
The damn voicemail cut off on me.
Dialing his phone again, I wait through the ringtones, then nearly vomit from my anger.
“I’m going to fucking shoot Johnathan. I’m going to put a hole through him the size of my goddamn BMW,” I snarl before pushing the disconnect button.