Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
I’m about to lose the battle because his mouth on me feels so fucking good I lose my mind.
But then he pulls back and growls, “Good girl. What a sexy slut you are. My perfect good girl. I’ve been so fucking hungry for you.”
He spanks me again, but not so hard, and this time on my throbbing pussy.
I squeal with need.
“Are you gonna squirt all over me when I finally give that greedy cunt what it wants?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Yes, what?”
He spanks me again, hard, and the pain only amps up my pleasure that feels right at the edge, about to tip over at any second.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he growls, as if he knows. “You’re my personal fuck toy, and I say when you come. Don’t you dare come without my say so.”
He brings the vibrator back to my clit at the same time he drips lube down my ass crack.
“You’re such a good girl. Because you’re a slut for me. But just for me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m a slut just for you,” I pant, my pussy clenching desperately. I’d give him anything, doesn’t he know that? Now more than ever.
“You’re mine,” he breathes out hard. “That’s it. That’s it,” he says as I start to spasm beneath him, rocking his hard cock back and forth against my little hole while he amps up the vibrator against my swollen clit.
“You’re so fuckin’ close, aren’t ye? Don’t you dare fucking come. Hold it. Hold it. Don’t you dare fucking come.”
A high-pitched squeal starts to tear from my throat at the pleasure I don’t think I can deny much longer.
“I want to feel your legs spasming like the filthy slut you are. Hold it. Are you there?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you now. Your little ass is squelching with how much it wants to be filled with me. You’re so goddamned empty and I’m gonna own you. Fuck, look at you quivering and moaning.”
“Yes, please, Sir!”
Then he leans over my back even as he amps the vibrator up more, pressing it up and into my pussy lips. “Next time, I wanna fuck you like this in public. In front of your friends. I want everyone to see what a filthy fuckin’ whore you are for me.”
I twist my head to look over my shoulder back into those dark, beast-lust-filled eyes of his.
“You love the fact that I’m the only one who knows what a dirty little slut you are. Now come.”
I make a strangled noise of need, every filthy word out of his mouth only driving me higher.
And I come as he continues a dirty-talking stream in my ear. “That’s right, you fucking slut. Thaaaaaaat’s it. You’re creaming all over your goddamned thighs. This little ass was teasing me like this when you bent over the stove earlier—this is what you fucking wanted even then, wasn’t it? I said, fuckin’ come.”
I come harder.
And that’s when he thrusts his cock up my ass, while I’m already shuddering. “That’s right, this ass loves when it’s full of Sir’s cock. Yes. I fucking love the feel of you coming when I’ve got my cock shoved up inside you. Good girl, coming so hard you’re dripping down your goddamn legs. Fuck, I just want to spread these cheeks apart and—”
He grabs my ass to pull me open wider for him, thrusting in and out of me harder.
“Who do you come for?”
I still haven’t gotten my breath back, which earns me a spanking while he’s impaled up my ass, and then he thrusts the vibrator up my pussy, his fingers rubbing furiously at my clit
“You feel that fullness? You feel me everywhere?”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp, all but voiceless with the pleasure he’s just wrenched from my limbs.
“Fucking look at me.” He grabs my chin between his fingers. “Your ass is mine. Give it to me,” he says in a low rasp, along with an animal growl as he fucks me. “That’s right, good girl. Thaaaaaaaat’s it. Give it to me, pet. Give it to me again. Feel how wet you still are. I want you to come again. But not ’til I say. Not ’til I fucking say.”
I’m floating, my mind hazy with endorphins, my body singing with pain and pleasure as we slide against each other’s slick bodies. It’s half incomprehensible that this is the same man I was snuggling so sweetly against during a romantic Ryan Gosling movie just a couple of hours ago, but somehow that makes it even hotter. These dichotomies live inside him, too.
But the next second, his demanding voice is back, and I’m lost again to him.
“Grind your fucking hips back against me. Who do you come for?”
“You, Sir.”
“That’s fucking right. But not yet.” His fingers let off my clit and I can’t help the whine that escapes my throat. “Not yet,” he says as he works my ass even deeper, bumping up against the vibrator that’s only separated by the thinnest of walls inside my body. And when his cock nudges the vibrator, it hits—