Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
My jaw drops open.
Holy freaking shit.
My brain lights on fire. All my triggers pull. My knees tremble and my arms go weak. My lips are numb as my heart hammers into my throat.
This is crazy. Objectively crazy. I should tell him to get the hell out of here. I should do anything but obey.
The second I give in to Alex is the second he takes everything from me.
But the sickest part is, that’s what I want.
He knows me. When he looks at me, he sees me. I can’t hide from him, and I don’t want to. It pisses me off that this frustrating, perfectionist dick bag is the only human in the whole world that makes me feel this way, but I can’t pretend like it’s not happening.
The moment stretches. He grips the wet shirt tighter in his hand and the veins in his forearm pop. Fuck, that’s so sexy. The way the water drips down his face makes me want to moan, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Are you going to obey, little wife?” he whispers. “Or am I going to have to punish you even worse?”
Slowly, like in a dream, I drop my arms. He looks at my breast and he licks his lips. My nipples are stiff and tender and my legs are shaking as I turn around and put my hands on the wall.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he says, his voice trembling ever so slightly, and it drives me wild with desire.
He comes close and uses his knee to spread my legs. I gasp as his hand moves up my body, first teasing my breasts, then wrapping around my throat. His lips find my neck and he peppers me with gentle kisses.
“Open your mouth,” he commands.
I obey, tongue out, looking back over my shoulder. His eyes are hooded with desire.
“Bite down.” He pushes the wet shirt between my lips. I bite it gently.
Then he pulls my hair. I moan, the noise stifled by the gag. He holds my hair tight as his other hand reaches around my hips and begins to tease my pussy. Pleasure bursts into my mind and I lean into my hands, pushing my hips back against him as his strokes my clit up and down before burying his fingers inside of me.
Oh my god, it feels so fucking good.
“You’re soaking wet, baby,” he whispers as he bites my shoulder and pushes his fingers in deeper. IT feels so fucking good, and the fact that I can’t say anything back only makes it that much hotter. “I knew you’d want your punishment. The moment I saw you staring at me, I knew what you wanted.”
He’s right. That’s the sick part. Whenever he’s around, I want this, and that desire wars with the hatred I feel toward him when I think about our relationship. He’s been such a bastard to me over the years, and yet this, right here, letting him dominate and pleasure me, it’s the best sex I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I crave it, like a sick addict. It’s pathetic, and I don’t care.
How could I, when he strokes my pussy with his fingers and that’s enough to drive me insane?
I hum and moan as he fills my pussy with his fingers, and when I’m so close I could scream, he pulls his hand back, rips the gag from my mouth, and buries his pussy-coated hand between my lips.
I suck them and lick, cleaning them off, as he presses his enormous cock against my entrance. I have half a second before he drives himself inside of me, slipping in with ease.
Pleasure and pain erupt in my core. He’s so fucking big and he stretches me to the max. His groan of pleasure is the most sensual sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Gag now,” he growls, shoving the shirt back into my mouth.
I bite down as he fucks me. The bastard’s rough and perfect as his cock fills me over and over. My fingers press into the wall so hard the knuckles turn white and I’m screaming into the t-shirt as pleasure wracks my little body. He growls like a beast and spanks me, he pulls my hair and bites me, and I push back against his length again and again as bliss builds and builds.
“When you come, scream your husband’s name,” he commands. “Scream it as loud as you want, you filthy fucking girl.”
I mumble something and push back against him. He reaches around my hip and flicks a finger against my swollen, sensitive clit, and that’s enough.
All my triggers pull and I come like an avalanche.
Like a good girl, I moan his name into the gag, over and over again, until it falls from my lips. He keeps fucking me through my knee-melting orgasm, practically supporting all my weight, and I whimper his name again and again until I feel him fill me. He’s warm and big and perfect, and he empties himself between my legs.