Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Lightbulb.” I practically moan the word. A fucking safe word? I’ve never needed one of those before.
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
There’s no turning back now.
“That’s my good little slut.” He pulls back, and I think he’s going to kiss me. Instead, he finishes taking off his belt and shoves his thumb into my mouth. “Now you’re going to get down on your knees, and I’m going to fuck your face. You’re going to get all messy and sloppy. You’re going to gag, and you might fucking cry. But I won’t stop until I’ve gotten what I want from you. Do you hear me, little slut? Say yes, sir if you understand.”
“Yes, sir,” I mumble. I lick the tip of his thumb. It’s salty and rough with a hint of whiskey bite.
“That’s my girl.”
He forces me down to my knees. I whimper as he takes his cock from his pants. I keep thinking lightbulb, lightbulb, lightbulb, except instead of saying it, I open my mouth.
“Look at you,” he purrs. “So fucking eager.” He holds me by the hair and grips his thick, veiny cock with his fist. “You’re so pretty, Lucy. You’ve been a good girl all your life, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, breathing fast. “I’ve been so good.”
“You follow all the rules. You listen to your grandmother and respect your elders. I bet nobody would ever picture you down on your knees like this, sucking my cock.”
Oh my god. He’s right. I’m little Lucille, upper crust, perfect breeding, wonderful grades, a good family name. Nobody would ever imagine me with my hands zip-tied and a mafia don’s cock in my mouth.
But I fucking want it.
His grip on my hair tightens. I lean forward, whimpering, as I brush the tip of his crown across my cheek. It leaves a smear of precum on my skin. Slowly, it reaches my mouth, and I lick the very tip, tasting him. More salt, nice and warm.
“That’s my good slut,” he murmurs. “Now take more. Go on, I know you know what to do. You’re so eager, aren’t you? You love being down on your knees.”
“I love it,” I moan and take him into my mouth. I suck him, licking in sloppy circles, and go as deep as I can before pulling back. I gasp and stare up into his hooded eyes. He’s so beautiful, dark and terrifying, and all I want is to please him. I want him to use me, destroy me, ruin me. Make me his good little slut.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, voice caught in heaven and dripping with hell. I suck him, and he pushes me down by the hair, pulling me back again, hips thrusting into my lips.
He fucks my mouth like he promised, and I can barely keep up. I gag, choke, and my spit rolls down his shaft. It pools on his balls and drips onto the floor. I can’t do anything about it, though. My hands are behind my back. If I could, I’d be neater, cleaner, I’d go slow and make eye contact, but I’m not Lucy right now.
No, I’m something else.
I’m his.
“Good slut,” he says, pulling back, his tip leaving my mouth with a pop. “Look at you.” He smears himself across my lips and cheek again. “Marked by me. Owned by me.” He slides his cock in deep and makes me gag. This time, tears spring into my eyes. “Oh, fuck, you’re so pretty when you start to cry, baby.”
I moan as I suck him, gagging and wild, mindless with how many lines I’ve just crossed. I spread my legs, desire oozing in my core, my heart hammering like crazy. I want him and need him, and god, I want to be good for him. I want him to use me up and leave me groaning on the floor.
I whimper as he fucks my mouth and uses me. “You filthy fucking girl,” he moans. “Down on your knees. Hands behind your back. Your mouth spread wide and gaping. So fucking messy. All fucking mine. You want to be a good slut for me, don’t you? You’ll do anything to get a taste. It’s fucking pathetic how needy you are, and it only makes me want to ruin you more, my little slut.”
He pulls back suddenly and drags me to my feet. I’m moaning as he rips up my dress and pins me face-first against his desk. My hands remain behind my back, and he rips off my panties until my bare, slick pussy is exposed to him.
“So fucking wet,” he says, spreading my ass and licking me from behind.
“Oh, shit,” I moan. “Oh my god.” My cheek sticks to a leather mat. Pleasure rips into my core. “Is this what you wanted from me?”
“I want what’s mine.” He grips my hair and my wrists, then yanks me against him.