Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Like this?” I ask, pretending to be calm as I continue to spiral into pure lust.
“That’s such a good girl. Do you like following orders?”
“Normally, I’d tell you to go to hell.”
“But right now, you’re doing so good.”
I lick my lips, breathing hard. “Tell me what you’d do if you were here right now.”
I’m impulsive. I know that about myself. It’s probably my biggest character trait. My whole life’s been defined by all the really dumb, poorly thought-out decisions I’ve made over the years.
And this is a prime example.
My masterpiece of stupidity.
Even knowing that, I still spread my knees and brush my right hand across my inner thigh.
God, this is bad. This is so, so bad.
Which is exactly why I love it so much.
“I think you need a firm hand. You’re the kind of woman that likes to fight, aren’t you? I’d start by teasing your wet little pussy. I can see how soaked you are. Your beautiful pussy is glistening, little thief, as you stroke yourself for me.”
I do exactly that, fingers rolling up and down my slit. It feels so fucking wrong, and that’s what makes it so perfect.
“More,” I moan softly.
“I’d pull your hair as I kiss your mouth. I’d dominate those pretty lips of yours. I’d lick those freckles on your nose and grip your auburn curls until you moaned my name and begged me to finally touch your delicious little cunt. But I’d go slow, baby, nice and slow until you’re grinding up against me and begging for more.”
“I don’t beg,” I say, stifling moans as I stroke my clit then sink two fingers inside. “Oh, god, that’s good.”
“You think you don’t beg, my sweet thief, but you will. As soon as you taste my thick cock between your legs, you won’t be able to stop thinking about getting more. I’ll lick and suck your pussy until you’re dripping on my sheets, getting all messy and wet, and only when you’re panting and moaning for my dick will I finally sink between your beautiful thighs.”
“Fuck,” I moan, stroking myself faster. I use my free hand to unbutton part of the shirt to reveal my breasts. I squeeze one, stroking my pierced nipple. I’m extremely sensitive there ever since I got the bar set in, and it makes me tingle all over.
“Do you like that, baby? Think of me sucking your tits nice and hard as I fuck you deep. I won’t be gentle, since you’ve been so fucking bad. Breaking into my apartment like this? Wearing my clothes? Touching yourself on my bed? You’re a filthy fucking girl. A messy, needy, greedy little slut, aren’t you? Look at that pussy, begging for my thick cock. I want you to say my name as you come, baby. Say my name, and that’s how I’ll claim you.”
I stroke faster, climax building. His voice is incredible. There’s something deeply sensual about the tone and the timbre, and it’s driving me crazy. I like the nasty way he’s talking. Nobody’s ever called me a slut before and walked away without a bruise, but coming from that voice?
God, I want him to call me every terrible name he can think of while fucking me from behind and grabbing my hair like I’m a goddamn pony.
“More,” I gasp, so close I can barely stand it. “More, please, more.”
“Listen to you begging already. You’re going to melt on my big dick, baby. I’m going to shove my fingers in your mouth and make you suck them while I stretch you wide on my cock, over and over again, until you’re shaking and soaking the whole bed. That’s right, baby, keep going, you filthy fucking girl, you bad fucking slut, touching your slick pussy for your husband. You’re in my bed, in my shirt, and in a month, you’re going to be riding my big cock. Now come for me, baby, and say my fucking name.”
“Oh, SHIT,” I gasp, back arching as the orgasm builds and hits a peak, and I open my mouth to give him what I want, that name ringing on my lips, Alexan, Alexan—
Instead, I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming it out, as I have the best orgasm of my entire life.
He moans as I finish on my fingers, and oh my god, I’m pretty sure he just came too.
I lie there in a strange man’s bed wearing a strange man’s shirt and feeling a sudden overwhelming sense of post-orgasm shame.
“Well, that was unexpected,” I say over the sound of his heavy breathing.
“You look incredible, baby,” he whispers as I climb out of the bed. “I’ll be seeing you soon. Next time, you’ll say my name.”
“I don’t think there’s going to be a next time.” I head over to my discarded clothes and do my best to get them back on with the maximum amount of dignity possible. Which isn’t much, all things considered. “Look, that was fun and also pretty weird, but our marriage is just a formality. We’re not actually, you know, going to be husband and wife.”