Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He pulls his lips away from mine, and I suck in a breath. My eyes burn, I’ve got wine up my nose, in my hair, and my dress is soaked. I’ve taken a wine bath.
My body is physically shaking, and my pussy is throbbing. “Colt.”
“I know.” He pulls his shirt up and over his head before tossing it to the side. I reach up and run my nails down his bare chest. The defined muscles tense at the pain it causes, and he hisses in a breath. I smile, satisfied at the red marks I just left. Then he rips his belt free from his jeans and orders, “Lie on the bed.”
I quickly remove my dress, underwear, and bra, and then scoot onto the side of the bed, lying across it. Bringing my heels up on the edge, I spread my legs for him. He slaps my inner thigh, making me cry out, and I slam my shaking legs shut.
He grips my hands and brings them around my legs, securing my wrists with his belt, keeping them restrained behind my knees. My arms are pulled tight, and I rock back and forth to try to loosen the tension, but it’s no use.
Then I feel him step away. I lift my head off the bed to try to see what he’s up to, but my legs restrict my vision. “Colt.” I start to panic. Surely, he wouldn’t leave me here like this, would he? Of course, he would; he’s done worse. My head falls back onto the bed, my neck getting sore from holding itself up. “Colt?” I shout when I don’t get a response, then jump when I feel something cool pour over my pussy, and I know it’s from the wine bottle. Fuck, the UTI this is going to give me be damned.
His hands grip my hips, and he yanks me to the edge of the bed. My ass hangs off it so far that I feel like I’m going to fall to the floor.
“Try to be quiet, princess.” He gently kisses my pussy, and I pull against his belt that has me tied in a knot. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight. And then I’m going to come all over your pretty face.”
I lick my lips just thinking about it.
His fingers dig into either side of my pussy, and he spreads my lips as wide as they will go. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out at the pain. Then I feel his warm tongue push inside me, and I close my eyes, a mumbled moan escaping my lips.
Letting go, he squeezes an arm between my restrained arms and legs and pulls me closer to his face. Half of my back now hangs off the side of the bed, and I can feel it slipping. Or maybe that’s the alcohol. I almost finished that entire bottle of wine myself at lunch.
He licks up my pussy before sucking on my throbbing clit, and I start shaking. My eyes roll back into my head. It takes a lot to get me off, and Colt knows this. He’s the only guy I’ve consistently fucked who can make me orgasm. He knows my body better than I do, and I hate that about him.
“Fuck, princess,” he growls before shoving two fingers into me this time, and I can’t help but let the cry out.
I feel like I’m falling, then realize that I have. My back is on the floor, the breath knocked out of me, and he’s kneeling, shoving my legs away, forcing me to lie on my side since my wrists are restrained underneath them. He widens his legs and takes his dick into his hand before shoving it into me without any warning.
His free hand comes up, grabbing a handful of my hair, and I whimper when he pulls it back. It’s hard to breathe at this angle. My arms are being yanked forward because my wrists are restrained under my knees, which happen to be in my chest, and I’m on my side. Almost like I was that night with the guys on the kitchen table.
He shoves two fingers into my mouth, gagging me while he fucks my wine-covered pussy on the floor of my bedroom at our parents’ house.
He pulls his fingers out and drool drips down my face as he drops his hand to my breasts, and he pinches my nipple. I try to fight him, to pull away, but I can’t. He’s got me locked in place. “Colt—”
He shoves his fingers back into my mouth, his free hand still holding my head back by my hair. My eyes are watering, and I can hear his grunts while his cock slams into my pussy.
“Does my dirty slut want a dick in her mouth while I fuck her tight cunt?” he growls.