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)
He pops his fingers from my lips. I could suck on them forever. I worship his damn hands as he spanks me again, and this time, he gives me what I want and strokes my pussy with a steady rhythm.
“A little contrast makes you melt on my fucking fingers like the dirty little slut you are.”
God damn it. I gasp, arching against him, tugging at my restraints. But my husband knows his craft, and there’s no give in the silk cord that attaches the end of the cuff to the bedpost. I’m trapped face down with a hungry lion, and it’s the best thrill of my life.
He devours me. My hips are yanked up as he licks me from behind. The man calls me a filthy girl, but we both know the truth.
He’s the dirtiest man I’ve ever met in my life. He’s sin and lust, everything wet and perfect, all wrapped into a nice satin bow.
“More,” I beg as my climax builds. “Please, Tigran, I need more.”
“Call me your husband,” he orders, pulling back, palming my pussy like he owns it. “Say it, Dasha.”
“Husband. Husband. God, I’m all yours, but please, fuck me.”
He laughs again. The bastard loves this part. He gets me all riled up and at my absolute wit’s end, and he makes his little demands.
“Tell me you love my cock above all others,” he whispers.
I turn my face, cheeks burning. I watch him slowly fist himself from bottom to top, milking out a bead of clear precum.
“I love it more than anything I’ve ever seen in my life,” I whisper, holding out my tongue for him.
He guides his tip to me. I lick him, sucking him down, tasting him and needing more.
“Greedy little slut,” he croons as I try to take him into my mouth, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he reaches to my pussy again, stroking me slowly. “You want my cock, baby?”
“Please,” I moan, edged beyond belief.
Honestly, at this point, it’s torture.
The best kind imaginable.
“And you’ll suck my cock while my fingers fill you up?”
“Yes,” I moan. “I want it.”
He guides himself into my mouth. I whimper as I take him while his fingers slide into my pussy. Pleasure hits me mixed with the thickness of his hard dick between my lips. I’m sloppy, choking as I try my best to suck, moaning and whimpering the whole time while he finger-fucks me.
I’m beyond filled. Every inch of me has him. I love this feeling: wrists bound, ass stinging from his spanking, pussy filled by his fingers, mouth spread on his cock.
He’s right. I’m a dirty, bad girl, and there’s only one way to be good again.
It’s to give myself over.
It’s to embrace what I am and what I feel.
No more fear. No more worry.
There’s just me and him.
“That’s my girl,” he moans, fingers going faster. I suck and lick, spit drooling down his shaft. It’s wet and filthy. A damp spot forms under his heavy balls, and I don’t care. Let it get nasty. Let it be good. “You’re such a fucking bad girl. Look at you, so fucking messy and greedy, sucking my cock and letting me fuck you with my fingers. You want to come, don’t you? And you want to taste me while you do it? Or would you rather I fucked you into that sweet oblivion you’re always so desperate for?”
I pull back. “Fuck me,” I gasp, practically kicking my feet for him. Waves of pure pleasure build in my core. “Please, husband, fuck me.”
“Since you ask so nicely,” he purrs, smirking, and pulls away.
I gasp as he lifts my hips in the air. My face is pressed to the mattress. I feel his tip glide up and down my slit, but we both know he’s wet with my spit and I’m drenched with my desire. He’s massive, but he slides right inside.
Bliss hits me. That’s the stuff right there. I know I’ll never become an addict because drugs will never compare to this.
The smell of him. The taste of him still on my lips. His cock inside me, filling me, spreading me, dominating me. He leans over and kisses me, fisting my hair, and he fucks me like a savage.
It wrecks me. I can’t control myself. I nearly black out as my core builds. I’m seeing spots when I finally explode and shatter all over his big dick. I come to the symphony of his hips slapping against my ass and his sweet growls of lust in my ear.
“That’s right, baby, finish for me, nice and messy now,” he moans, his grip in my hair tightening. “I’m going to make you mine again, baby, every night of your life.” Then he releases, coming hard between my legs, his animalistic grunts like a soundtrack I’ll never get tired of hearing.