Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“Fuck, so good,” he moans.
I chuckle. “Enjoy it while it lasts, stalker boy.”
I gyrate on top of him, enjoying myself to the fullest on his length, not giving a shit that I’m still covered in the blood of my victim.
My face is so close to his that I can feel his breath on my skin, the desire palpable even from here, and I lean in to give him the tiniest of pecks next to his lips. His mouth moves closer, searching permission, but I lean back to watch him struggle just a little longer.
He looks so pathetically cute when he yearns.
“Does the blood bother you?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No. It looks good on you.”
Charmer.
Smiling, I sit on his lap to circle around and around until I’m wet as fuck, then begin playing with myself right in front of him.
“You’ve never felt what it’s like to be fucked by a woman …” I murmur. “Have you even seen a woman come before?”
His eyes follow my every move as I flick my fingers back and forth across my most sensitive spot. “Only in porn.”
“It doesn’t compare to reality,” I reply, circling my slit. “You want this?”
He bites his lip, clearly excited as he throbs inside me. “Please …”
His hands rise, but I shove them back down onto the grass again. “No touching. I will teach you how to please me in due time.”
He gulps. “Teach me how?”
“You need to learn what it’s like to fuck a woman and make her happy. Because you definitely want me to be happy.”
It’s not just a warning. It’s a threat.
If I’m not happy, no one is. I’ll make sure of that.
I throw my hair back as I gyrate on top of him, and my fingers curl around my clit. “Now watch.”
My fingers slip back and forth in a circling motion, while my other hand slides up to my breast, and I squeeze my nipples. His dick throbs inside me, and I smile as he fights his own arousal.
“Please …” he groans. “Please, let me touch you.”
“Stay like a good boy,” I warn him.
He grumbles in frustration. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“I know,” I reply. “But this isn’t for you, this is for me. If you’re gonna be my pet, better come prepared, Xavier. Your body is my toy. Mine. And I do with my toys whatever I desire.”
I rise and fall on top of his shaft, using it as my own goddamn personal fuck toy while I bring myself to a peak.
“Now feel what it’s like to be owned by a woman.”
I tilt my head back and plant one hand firmly on his chest while the orgasmic waves overflow me, and I let out a moan into the night sky filled with all the pent-up rage and arousal that kill and fuck left me in.
“Oh, shit, I could feel you, your pussy—” he moans, throbbing in response. “You came on my cock.”
“Of course, I did. It’s mine now,” I say, chuckling. “And now I want you to come for me.”
His eyes widen. “Again?”
I keep fucking him because I want to, because I can, because he’s still hard and mine to do with as I wish. “You heard me. Come. Deep inside me.”
“But that’s—”
“It’s not your fucking business where. When I tell you to come, you come.”
“I already came six times.”
“And you will do it again because I want you to,” I growl, gripping his nipples. “Now come for me, stalker boy.”
I twist his nipples until he yelps and his hips begin to flex.
“That’s it, fuck me,” I tell him.
His feet arch, knees lifting off the ground as he begins to move along with me to the rhythm of my hips, cock desperately thrusting inside. Each pump is more frenzied than the previous one, and I smile from the greed he’s displaying.
“Keep going, just like that,” I say, toying with his nipples.
He fucks me like a madman. “Fuck, it’s so sensitive.”
I giggle. “Wasn’t expecting it to feel this good?”
“I don’t know if I can—”
“Yes. You. Can.” Each word is another twist to the nips until he’s crying out in pain.
I bring my hand up to his lips, forcing them apart, and I shove two fingers into his mouth. “Suck.”
His tongue circles my fingers as I fuck him like he’s a dead man walking.
“Can you taste me?”
He nods, spiraling out of control, eyes like those of a wild animal, and I take him harder and faster until he’s nearly reached the edge.
“Now fill me up with all that cum,” I growl. “Do it. Come for me.”
He strains against the ropes holding him down, practically choking on my fingers as they go deeper into his throat, while I make sure he buries all those inches deep inside me.
The groan that emanates from deep within his chest is fantastic and makes me gloat as he comes so hard his body physically convulses, and his fingers twitch along with his pulsing hard-on.