Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Yeah, probably because she isn’t used to having any privacy where sex is concerned.
“You wanna head home?”
“Yeah, if it’s okay. They’re about to play Pictionary, I was sent to get you two for it, and I kind of feel like that’s too extroverted for me right now.”
“Yeah, uh… no to Pictionary. It’s highly competitive in my family on any day but when that fuckin’ game comes out, the gloves come off and the Ferrano genes bleed through. My sisters are serious about their Pictionary. Serious as a heart attack.”
She chuckled.
“I like them. I like all of them.”
“Good.” I smiled at her and put my arm around her and led her back inside so we could say bye. “They like you, too. Let’s get them to wrap up some of that cake for later.”
My heart sank when I heard him talk about me being broken. I didn’t want to be broken. I wanted to be whole. I wanted to be the girl he wanted in the bull riding video.
He knew it took them nineteen days to break me? I was shocked at hearing that it was only three to four days for the average Kruna slave. I felt broken on day 2 but evidently the breaking crew didn’t agree. I wondered what else Dare knew.
When we got back to his apartment, I followed him into the bedroom.
“I want you to take a shower and then wait for me, in bed. Spread wide for me,” he said without looking at me and then he left the room.
I swallowed hard, feeling liquid with arousal, and did exactly what I was told.
After I got into the bed he returned to the bedroom, went to the bathroom, and I heard the shower turn on. When he walked in, naked, and very ready for me, my eyes traveled the length of him. His gorgeous blond hair was wet and messy. He had some scruff on his face and it was rugged and handsome. His defined chest, arms, and abs were the epitome of beauty. The sexy v that led to his cock belonged on the cover of romance novels. His cock was big, hard, beautiful. His legs were muscular. His whole body was a tanned olive tone. From what he’d said, he was three quarters Italian, a quarter Icelandic and I’d give him a total of 100% Adonis.
He climbed on top of me and hovered over me. “Were you a good girl tonight?”
“I tried to be, Master.”
“I think you were a very good girl tonight,” he said and touched my lips softly with his. “I was very proud of you tonight, my Angel.”
“Thank you, Dare.”
“Now I want you to show me you’re a good girl some more.”
“I would love to, Master.”
“I want you to suck my cock while I suck your clit, baby. Open wider.” He rolled off to the side and turned around and then he was hovering over me with his cock in my face, his face buried between my legs. I opened wide and he slid in as far as he could. I didn’t gag. I squeezed my thumbs inside my fists, which was a trick I’d learned long ago, before Kruna, even. Whether it really turned off the gag reflex or was mind over matter, I didn’t know, but it worked. He groaned and dipped his tongue between my folds and then sucked hard. My pelvis shot upright. I grabbed his ass and massaged it while he fucked my mouth and he kept on sucking and lapping, tongue pushing hard on my button, and in no time flat, I was moaning and gasping and I was done. Dare sent this angel to heaven.
He pulled out of my mouth and spun around and then drove his cock deep inside me. “You suck so fucking good, my baby. And you taste amazing. See how you taste?” He dipped his tongue into my mouth and held my face with one of his hands while he devoured my mouth with his.
“Mm, Master. You fuck me so good.”
“You came hard, baby, think you deserve to come again?”
“Oh yes, please let me come again.”
“Tell me something first,” he said.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“When’s your birthday?”
I was taken aback.
“Tell me,” he demanded and then twisted my nipples ever so slightly.
“October 3.”
“Good girl.” He got a finger inside me.
He started to work my g-spot and still sensitive from the orgasm I’d just had I started to ride his hand.
“Middle name,” he said against my breast.
“Please…”
“Right now,” he growled and pulled his finger out.
“Elizabeth,” I said on a whimper.
“Good girl,” I got his finger back.
He grabbed my clit and pinched as he slid his cock inside me and then he thrust into me over and over and over while working my clit until I exploded around him, hard, my nails digging into his back. He came hard, too, and then I fell asleep, exhausted, happy, feeling him coating the area between my legs. It was bliss.