Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
My demand is met by the mania of his appetite when our teeth collide mid-kiss.
Fumbling between us, I shove his sweats down after he lifts for ease. My legs lock around his back, as my nails leave their signature down the smooth surface of his back.
He buries his face into the crook of my neck, sucking the skin near my jugular into his mouth. My hips rise to meet his when the tasting of his tongue quickly turns to pure predatorial greed that leaves teeth marks in its path. The desperation of my cries become tameless when the smooth end of his cock rests against my opening.
His thumb dips beneath the string of my underwear before the distinct tear of him ripping them off fuses with our heavy breathing.
I catch his lips with my teeth, every other emotion I was once feeling long since dissolved.
Now I just feel him. All of him.
The thin strap of my camisole meets the same violence, as the fat of my cleavage spills out of the thin material. His mouth is back on mine as my legs widen once again. I wonder if I should see how far I can take him. Does his sadism stop at emotional damage? Or will he smack me around too? Kind of want to test that. If only to give me a reason to swing on him.
I rest my hand on the back of his neck again, circling the swell of his veins with my thumb and forcing him deeper into my mouth.
“Fucking missionary?” He chuckles against my lips. “Really?”
I know he’s joking… but he’s probably not.
Lifting my hips as my answer, I trace the hardness of his cock with the slit of my pussy. My body shakes with uncontrollable violence as my clit suckles its way up. I hadn’t even reached the end of his length when his eyes roll to the back of his head, baring his teeth with a cruel hiss.
He tastes of cinnamon rose and seawater as I lick a straight line up the center of his neck, exactly as one would mark their territory, before stopping at the corner of his mouth and whispering, “You haven’t fucked me missionary.” As soon as the final word leaves my mouth, his teeth sink into my neck. I need to make sure he doesn’t do anything like hang me upside down to bleed me out while fucking me until I cry.
Using the slippery end of his cock, I circle my hips against his girth in hopes to prime myself for his size. Every second that passes feels like an eternity. It’s never enough. Just as I’m about to roll my hips over his length to coat his size, he drives his hips forward with a single thrust. His balls hit my ass as his pelvis smacks against my throbbing clit.
A scream tears through my vocal cords as my nails bury themselves deep into the muscles of his back. He catches my noises with his mouth and finally releases the hand that has been joined with his above my head, the residue of our joined sweet sliding down my arm. He seems to hesitate before completely letting go, his fingertips bruising every inch of my body on his way down to my upper thigh. My body vibrates against his in a tornado of unstable arousal, as the torture of his pace starts. With every forceful drive of his hips, my body jolts up the bed.
“What’s that you were saying, hmmm?” His smirk teases my lips. “I haven’t fucked you missionary?” He circles into me again, and my teeth catch the inside of my cheek when the metal of his piercing strokes over an area inside of me that has my body surging off the bed to chase the euphoric high.
With fingers on my chin, he holds me in place, his eyes searching mine when he draws out again. This time is different. Like the banging of your palm against the other with loud thuds. Harder, but not faster. A merciless pounding so deep, my head smacks the headboard of my bed when the violence of his force has my pussy latching around him with the kind of dependence you’d expect from an addict.
My insides coil like the braiding of exposed power lines, toasting everything that comes too close.
“If you move again, I’m going to make a mess…” I whimper into his slick flesh, losing the fight I’m pretty sure I started.
His pierced tongue ravishes every inch of my cheek, nibbling a line to my lip. “Then be my good little slut and show me.” My grip around the back of his neck tightens, as beads of sweat pool between my brows.
He picks up to a brutal pace, every pump harder and more relentless than the last. It’s not just fucking, this is owning. It’s an unmerciful thirst for blood and finally letting it consume you.