Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“I’m good at making you fucking come,” he says and buries his cock deep inside my pussy.
Oh, fuck. Holy shit. I grip the sheets as he drives himself deep. His big dick spreads me wide, and my brain short-circuits. His skilled hands spank my ass as he fucks me from behind, driving himself into me again and again, our bodies making slick and sordid sounds as my pussy grips onto him like a desperate lover.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he whispers in my ear. “And you taste like fucking sin. You’re not leaving here until I’m finished with you, sweetheart.”
“You’re going to keep me?” I whimper, bucking back into him, wanting more, more, more. He’s right when he calls me a greedy slut.
I’m so fucking greedy for him; it’s insane.
“I’m going to own you, baby,” he growls, gripping my hair. He shoves a finger in my mouth and makes me suck it. I can taste myself on his skin, and I’m moaning, muffled and sloppy, as he fucks me rougher again and again, making the bed bang against the wall with each stroke.
I never knew this could be me. Sucking a finger, taking a dick in my pussy, loving every single filthy second. I always thought I needed to be proper, clean, and perfect, otherwise I’d be worthless.
I thought I had to be a princess, or else nobody would ever want to protect me.
Except now I understand that was never true.
That’s what Tigran gives me. That, and incredibly good dick.
He drags me up onto the bed with him. I’m impatient and straddle him, moaning as I arch my back and slip him back inside. I grind down hard, sweat dripping on my skin as he teases my breasts. He licks my nipples, sucking hard, and I push back down his thick, hard cock, my eyes rolling with brainless pleasure.
“That’s right, baby, ride my dick like the greedy, messy slut you are,” he says, slapping my ass before dragging me down to kiss him. As his tongue invades my mouth, his cock thrusts hard into my pussy.
I push him down, both hands on his chest, and grind. I’m so close I’m whimpering and shaking. I dig down into him, pussy dripping along his shaft, getting him soaked, and not caring one bit. His spit is drying on my nipples, and his blood-red palm prints are marked on my ass. I’m his, entirely his, owned, dominated, and filled to the brim.
“I want to feel it,” he whispers, one hand moving up my body, over my breast, thumb into my mouth. “Bite down. Then fucking come.”
I moan, and that’s it for me. All my triggers finally explode. I break like porcelain, shattering all over his thick cock, filthy and wild, as I bite his finger hard enough to taste blood.
He moans in response and thrusts up inside of me, and I feel his hot cum as he finishes in massive twitching thrusts.
“Fuck,” he says when I release my jaw. “Good fucking girl.” He pops his thumb from my mouth, and I collapse back onto the bed, licking blood from my lips.
He laughs crazily and drags me up against him.
“Too hard?” I ask, grinning like a lazy cat napping in a beam of sunlight.
“Try to bite it fucking off next time,” he snarls, nuzzling into my hair and kissing me.
I smile like an idiot, half from the incredible sex, and half just from the way he always holds me tight when we’re finished.
“Can I ask you something?” I turn to push my face against his chest and breathe his salty, musky smell. Like copper and rose petals.
“Anything. You know that.”
“I want to see your rooms. Will you show them to me?”
He seems surprised and brushes my hair back. I look up at him, nervous excitement tickling my stomach. I like that he’s smiling.
“What made you think of that?”
“I guess I’ve been feeling bolder lately, and I just want to know you better. I figured this is a good way to start.”
“Baby, you are welcome in my suite whenever you damn well please. You never have to knock.”
That surprises me. He seems like a private man. There are guards and staff that work in the house, but none of them have a personal relationship with him. Tigran keeps a tight separation between work and his normal life.
“Are you sure?” I ask, kissing his chest. “I don’t want you to just say that.”
“I’m very sure. I know your boundaries, and I’ll always respect them, but mine are different. My rooms aren’t off-limits to you.”
I shuffle away from him and sit up on an elbow. My butt hurts from the spanking, and I rub it gently as I climb out of bed. “You really went for it tonight,” I mutter, yanking on my underwear.
“If you’re looking for an apology, it’s not going to happen,” he says, stretching with a sigh. “And if you keep digging for one, I’ll show you what a needy girl gets instead.”