Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Locking eyes with me, suddenly, the situation becomes tender. She gently glides her hand over the scars, tracing them with her finger. “Dom,” she whispers.
“I was the lucky one. Don’t pity me.”
I grab her T-shirt and pull it over her head, her bare breasts bouncing free. A gasp escapes me as I gaze at her perfect size, her ample breasts, her large nipples, the vivacity of her curvaceous form.
Bringing one hand to her sopping sex, I lean down and suck and kiss her breasts, rubbing her clit and her folds at the same time, making her body tremble with the pleasure. She sinks her fingers into my shoulders when I guide my finger back to her entrance, pushing inside, her walls tightly pressing against me.
“You feel ready to take my cock,” I groan. “I can feel how badly you need it. No more pretending.”
“Not–here…”
“Yes, Keepsake,” I snarl, wrapping my arms around her and carrying her into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.
I lay her on the bed. She rolls onto her back, staring up at me. Ripping her shorts down the rest of the way, her legs fall open, presenting the glistening sweetness of her core, her hole winking wetly at me.
“This isn’t a chance for you to escape. This isn’t a trick. This is what we want, what we need. You don’t belong to The Vultures.” I lean down, slipping two fingers into her tight soppiness, pushing deep until she gifts me with another moan. “You belong to me.”
“Nuh-no…” She shudders. “I don’t belong to, uh, any… anyone.”
I fuck her faster, feeling the pleasure rising inside of her, threatening to reach boiling point at any moment. “I’m not going to let you come until you admit you want to belong to me.”
She grips the back of my neck and pulls me onto the bed next to her, then slides her hand over my crotch. My dick aches with heat.
“The same goes for you,” she whimpers.
“I’m not going to come until I’m buried in your perfect pussy.”
She tries to free my manhood, but when I glide my finger in circles inside of her velvety depths, her hand shudders along with the rest of her enticing body. She falls back on the bed, looking at me as her eyelids flutter.
She seems almost mad that I’m in control. But I don’t, can’t care about anything but her pleasure.
Her pussy makes soaked noises as I circle relentlessly. I keep going until I feel her walls fluttering around my finger, her crescendo almost here, and then I slide out of her and push my palm against her horny point of euphoria.
She gasps. “What—are—you—doing?”
“I told you. Tell me the truth; tell me who you belong to. Then, and only then, you have permission to cream all over my hand.”
“Fuck, Dom.”
I smirk. “That’s the plan… but first.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers, and then something so hot happens, I almost explode in my pants. She gets off on saying it to me. She moans as if the infusion of pleasure even takes her by surprise. “I belong to you. Oh, oh, Dom. I belong to you. Yes. Please. Let me come.”
“Oh my fucking God,” I groan. “Say that again.”
“Puh-please. Let me come. Ohhhhhh.”
“Then fucking come for me.”
I slip my fingers into her again. This time, I make sure the heel of my palm grinds against her clit with each motion of my fingers slipping in and out of her. She drives her hips against me, giving me an enthralling preview of how she’ll ride my dick when the time comes.
Her orgasm causes her to throw her head back and let out a warbling cry of release. A rosy flushe appears on her body, and I add to it by leaning down and biting her creamy tit gently… but with enough force to leave a tattoo of my desire.
Her release lasts a long time, juices gushing out of her and seeping onto the sheets.
She stares at me in shock once the vibrations have stopped.
I stand, tearing down my pants. My dick springs up, precome flinging from the tip. I’ve never been this hard, erection pointing skyward as I stare down at my woman, my property.
My head is in a chaotic clash. Part of me knows this was never the plan: thinking of her as property. But desire fuses with possession, and it feels like truth.
“Rub your clit,” I snarl. “Keep yourself warm and wet for me.”
“Dom…”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”
She whimpers, smoothing her hand between her legs, softly and slowly massaging her clit. I climb onto the bed, grip my length, and guide myself to her entrance.
“Wait,” she moans.
“You want this.”
“Wuh-wait.”
I stroke myself against her clit, smoothing down to her hole, kissing her entrance and then moving back up. She gasps when my hardness strokes over her nub, then reaches down and puts her hand over her entrance.