Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I am fighting myself to stay in control. I want this to be slow. I want this to be… fuck. Drawing out of her feels like a little death, and sliding back in, this time with an intentional slowness that lets her feel every bit of her pussy being claimed, is enough to make me snarl with frustration at my self-imposed control.
I make myself go even slower, and I listen to the moan as her lower lips grip my cock so fucking prettily, the glistening sheath of my dick slowly sliding from her hot interior. She is mine. Finally. After a lifetime of waiting, I know where I belong, and I know she belongs to me.
The sense of satisfaction, ownership, bonding, belonging is so complete I could cry. There are tears in my eyes as I surge forward again, and this time I release the bite and instead kiss her neck and her cheek and when she turns her head to me, her lips and her mouth and, fuck, I am surging inside her, hips pumping deep inside this wicked little whelp.
“Does this feel good? Do you understand now?”
My questions are barely coherent, and her response is even less so. She moans and she says something that might be words and none of it matters because she is sliding over onto her side and my hand is cupping her taut, ample breast, thumb brushing over the nipple. My hand runs down her belly, then my fingers find the thick brush of hair above her pussy, running through it to tap against her clit.
She bucks against me, taking my cock so fucking nicely. God. She is perfect. Every moment we have shared before this one, every bit of tension, every argumentative word, every rebellion, every bit of resistance, is gone.
I roll over, pin her on top of me by wrapping my arms round her waist and locking her legs in place with mine so her thighs are spread, her pussy is open, and she cannot move. All she can do is lie on my chest and take her fucking.
She whimpers and gasps in my ear, little animal sounds that grow in intensity as she grinds her clit against my pubic bone and takes each and every thrust of my cock deep inside.
“I’m going to come inside you. You’re going to be full of my cum, and you’re going to have my baby. That’s what you’re for, Beatrix. You’re for me, for my cock, you’re the mate nature made for me, you’re my precious little fuck toy and you’re the love of my life.”
She bites me. Hard. Really fucking hard, actually, right on the shoulder, and deep enough to draw blood.
“What the fuck was that?” I grip her by the chin in the effort to stop those teeth of hers making contact with me.
She grins down at me, her pussy gripping my cock with desire as I narrow my eyes at her.
“Do you think it’s nice to bite while your maître is fucking your naughty little pussy, is that it?”
“I don’t care what’s nice,” she says. “You’re inside me. That hurt, a little. That hurt when you pushed all the way in me. You think my pussy doesn’t hurt right now?”
“You can always tell me if something hurts.”
“I did tell you. I bit you.”
“Little animal,” I laugh. “There’s no need to bite.”
“I don’t bite because I need to. I bite because I like to.”
My hand slides to her throat, not gripping tightly, but just keeping her under control. At the same time, I thrust deep inside her pussy hard enough to punish her for that naughty bite.
Now we’re being rough, I give her rougher, harsher thrusts, letting her know her tender pussy can be punished if I decide to punish it.
“Be careful what you bite and where, Trixie,” I say, shortening her name. “You are not the only one with teeth.”
She blushes at that warning, seeming to enjoy it. Her hips perform a little grinding motion and her inner walls grip my cock with increasing eagerness. She’s trouble, and she likes it.
“Bad girl, hmm?” My cock slides in and out of her hole as I pump her pussy deep and hard. Not really the romantic treatment I imagined for my mate, but she not only likes it rough, she needs it dominant. Sometimes you give people what they need, not what you think they should need. That’s a lesson I’ve learned over and over as alpha, and it has never felt as applicable as it does now.
“I’m sorry it hurts, pup,” I murmur. “I’m sorry your tight pussy is stretching for me, and you don’t know how to take a proper fucking yet, but you will, and the pain, doesn’t it feel good as well?”
I slide my cock all the way inside and hold myself there, waiting for her response.