Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Do you like that?” I ask, smiling at the way she writhes so beautifully. “Does that feel good?”
“God, yes.” Her voice is the faintest whimper. “Yes, yes.”
She thinks that’s good?
A series of brisk taps against her lips makes her skin turn red, and her whimpers sound more like squeals. “Oh, god,” she moans, already breathing so fast. It’s so easy to work her up like this. There are so many things I want to do.
Like waiting until she’s swollen and dripping, begging for more before I take a hold of one of the vibrating dildos on the table and turn it on. Her eyes fly open—wide and searching—while she pants for breath. “What are you doing?” she asks, and I answer by inserting the wide, purple head between her lips. A moan cuts off any other questions she might have, her hips rocking while she fights to find relief. She’s not going to get it anytime soon.
“Oh, fuck!” she screams when I work the toy inside her. Every inch makes her mouth fall open further, takes her moans and turns them into ragged cries. I have to take off my jeans to give my dick some relief instead of caging it in by the zipper, then peel off my shirt. The wet spot I already felt is getting bigger the longer I watch her buck like a wild horse, overcome by the intensity of the vibrations deep inside her.
While the dildo vibrates in her cunt, I use a smaller vibrator and tease the tip of her clit with it.
“Tucker!” she screams, her face beet red, contorted in something between pleasure and pain. “Oh, god! It’s too much!”
“You know what you need to say if I have to back off.”
She’s locked in indecision for a second before shaking her head. “No, don’t stop. I need to come!”
“Be patient,” I croon, chuckling at her frustrated growl—but once I press the vibrator against her again, harder this time, her broken moan wipes out everything else. I can barely breathe; my heart’s pounding out of my chest. How can I help it? She’s sobbing, screaming like a tortured animal, finally going stiff with her back arched before a tremor runs through her from head to toe.
That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. Oh, no, it only means I work the dildo in and out, fucking her with it, now using the smaller vibrator against her puckered asshole. “That’s right,” I grunt over her cries, climbing onto the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. “Let’s see how much you can take. Let’s see how good you can be for me.”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” she shouts, pushing against the vibrator. Her entire slit and crack are slick with juices, making it easy to work the vibrator past her hole and inside her ass.
“Oh! Oh, my god! Oh, it’s too much, it’s so good!” And suddenly, she goes stiff again. “Yellow!” she shouts, and I pull back on the vibrator a little while the dildo goes still, buried inside her.
“What can I do?” I ask, barely getting my breath under control long enough to voice the question.
“It’s just too much. I can’t handle it. Maybe just something in my ass.” There’s something wicked in her eyes when they meet mine, and the sight of it makes me ooze again, soaking the cotton shorts, painfully hard. “While you fuck me.”
“Oh, yeah?” That sounds good to me, but I’m not satisfied yet. She hasn’t come enough. So instead of giving her what she thinks she wants, I get off the bed, selecting a butt plug and lubing it before slowly inserting it into her quivering asshole.
“Oh, so full,” she moans as I work it in until nothing but the jeweled base shows. “That’s good. Oh, I like that.”
I like what it does to the rest of her, the way it makes her body move like molten lava, rolling like a wave, flushed, and so sensitive. All it takes is running my fingers over her ass cheeks and down the backs of her thighs to make her suck in a breath that ends in a moan.
This time, I withdraw the dildo and use another clean vibrator instead, teasing her lips, dragging it through her slick folds, using the flogger on her tits. “Oh, my god… don’t stop…” she begs, even as she flinches and gasps with every strike from the leather strips. Soon, she flushes red, with faint stripes standing out as I increase the intensity a little at a time, barely holding onto control for her sake. I can’t take it too far. I don’t want to hurt her.
Right now, she is completely lost, totally under my control. Her ragged breathing and the furious bucking of her hips tells me she’s getting closer, so I up the intensity of a vibrator and press it tight against her clit while flicking the leather over her heaving tits in a quick rhythm that makes her scream again. She’s straining, pulling on her wrist cuffs, her face almost purple by the time she cries out one more time and comes for me.