Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
He doesn’t say anything yet rolls over on top of me, taking my hands and lacing them with his as he attacks my neck. His tongue makes its way to my lips.
Holy mother of God, this cock of his is beyond distracting. He grinds it against me and all my arguments of what’s good and bad vanish.
“David,” I whisper. He lifts his head and his eyes trap mine. The storm that is always torturing him swims and almost swirls in them like a raging tsunami.
He leans forward, his hard lips taking mine as if that can make all his terrors go away. And for the first time in my life, I wonder if I can. Maybe my strength is all he needs to calm his rage and give him peace.
“Fuck,” he growls and lets go of my hands to hold my head steady as his lips take mine. His tongue is forceful as it sucks and captures my own, and I let him take all that he needs.
His pain seeps into my body. I want it, almost crave it. I reach down to grab his leaking dick, his velvet veins making my heart skip.
“Lift up, Beautiful.” He sounds as if he’s in pain. As I let him pull my jeans and T-shirt off, he hisses and shoves me back into the pillow, mouth immediately seeking my hard nipple.
“Yes,” I say, almost cringing that it sounds like a whimper. His mouth sucks so hard on my nipple that my entire body is electrified. Almost as if this man has the key that unlocks my true nature and only he knows how to insert it.
Arching into his mouth, I bite my bottom lip, so I don’t moan too loud. My pussy pulses. His rough hand moves across my stomach and he doesn’t have to utter a word—my legs spread automatically.
David looks up at me, a small smile playing on his perfect mouth, and I know he is my future. He grins in approval and I wonder if he’s fully awake.
This David is nothing like the David who fucked me on the car. He lowers his head back to my nipple as he sucks and bites at it.
My eyes widen in surprise. He’s so gentle one moment until he’s not. His fingers start to rub my clit. His hard body almost makes me feel treasured.
“Look at this pussy drip for me.”
“David?” I reach for his mouth.
“I want to see your face when you come.” His eyes caress my face as his fingers play with my clit.
The gentle morning light allows me to see his whole face. For a second, I stop breathing—his physical perfection is so startling it would make anyone swoon. But it’s his eyes. They swim with fierce emotion, and I moan like a cat in heat.
“Yes, that’s it, Beautiful. I feel this greedy pussy wanting to come.” I’m horrified that his praise turns me on. With two fingers, he fucks my slick core. In and out along with a ghost of a rub on my clit.
“Oh my God.” I grind my nails into the side of the sheets.
“Tell me you love my fingers fucking your cunt.”
My mind is spinning. Maybe it’s the remaining alcohol in my system, but I obey.
“Tell me you’re ready to come.”
“Please, I’m so ready,” I whimper and spread my legs even wider.
He pumps his fingers in and out and rubs my clit hard, leaning over me so that I have only him in my world. Then I’m gone, orbiting into space.
“I’m coming.” I scream it. I don’t even care if I wake people. I pulse on his long fingers, which keep pumping slowly inside me.
“David.” I grab his strong wrist. Jesus, I don’t even sound like myself. He leans over and kisses me. It’s slow, deep and my eyes well up with tears.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” And then he lifts the back of my legs. Much like his kisses, his hard cock enters me slowly. He’s robbing me of my heart, making that old hope that a fairy tale can happen blossom to life. When he is fully inside me, I arch my neck back. He doesn’t move, yet watches me. We’re so in tune it almost seems as if we are one.
His lips touch mine as he moves, his giant dick easing in and out in hard, yet almost loving thrusts.
“You’re my light.” He thrusts harder. The cool metal from his necklace feels like a brand as it lands on my left breast. His breath is ragged as if he feels the fairy tale too. My body is climbing that cliff I had no idea existed and I close my eyes to savor it.
“Fuck… this isn’t what’s supposed to be happening,” he hisses in my ear as I grab for his back, my nails clawing and digging into his flesh. He groans as if he loves the pain, almost as if it prolongs the pleasure.