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 fingers keep going as he takes off his pants. I slide them in and out, soaking wet and slick and making the filthiest sound I’ve ever heard as he watches me. I feel exposed, totally vulnerable, with no possible way to hide from his intense gaze. Finally, as I’m close to coming, he grabs my hair again and slides his cock into my mouth as promised.
“Suck,” he commands. “Moan on my big dick while you make yourself come, you filthy fucking girl, and if you make me nice and wet and you don’t stop, I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”
That kills me. I’m thrown over the edge as I suck him like a greedy slut, gliding up and down his shaft, not caring is my spit’s rolling down him. I come on my fingers in an explosion of bliss, my body twitching and aching as my fingers dive in dive before rubbing my soaking wet clit.
Then he’s dragging me into the bedroom. His hands are on my body. He strips off my top and sucks my nipples, yanks down my pants and palms my ass. He kisses my neck, my breasts, my shoulders, before shoving me down on the bed.
“Don’t be loud, you messy girl,” he says as he presses his dick against my entrance. “If you so much as moan, we’re going to be caught, and you won’t kike the consequences.”
I bite down on the comforter as he fills me from behind. Bliss rips into my core, and he fucks me slow at fist. He puts his fingers in my mouth and I suck them as he fucks me faster, in and out and stretching me wide.
“That’s right, you feel so fucking good. You grip me like you were born to hold onto my big dick. I could fill you to the brim for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. I’ve needed you for so fucking long, and now that you’re mine, I’m going to use you until you’re a moaning puddle of bliss on my fucking floor, begging for more.”
Holy shit, this man’s got a mouth on him.
I push back against his cock, and when I whimper he spanks me ass hard and pulls my hair.
“Too loud,” he warns, thrusting in hard.
I’m right on the edge already. His hand covers my mouth, and I moan into his palm as he fucks me faster.
“That’s right, baby, take me, you dirty girl,” he whispers in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. Every inch of my body’s on fire. My nerves jangle with heat for him. “You’re so fucking bad, let ting me fuck you like this. You’re soaking wet and taking my thick, bare cock, moaning like my personal little slut, and you love that, don’t you? You love that you’re going to get caught.”
I moan his name, over and over, and I can’t handle any more. He thrusts again, again, and I spread my legs and lean forward, moaning into the comforter as I explode on his shaft. It’s the most intense orgasm of my life, and by the time it finishes my body’s tingling and my vision’s blurry, and I have only seconds before he drags me by thee hair, turns me around, and strokes himself to completion all over my breasts.
I lay there, breathing hard and staring at him, half in shock and half in bliss, as he glides his fingers through his cum and pushes them into my mouth. I protest, but he pushes them deeper, and he makes me lick them clean while staring at me the whole time.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers. “Such a good girl. All mine. All fucking mine.”
I’m a sweat, satisfied mess when he’s finally finished, just like he promised I would be.
We stay like that for a little while before he gets a damp towel from the bathroom and cleans me off. He’s smiling as he does it and peppers me with soft kisses. I’ve never seen him like this before as he lavishes me with attention and praise, and even asks about my piano playing. I tell him about writing the songs, about how my process works, and after a while I barely even remember that he just ripped into me and gave me some of the best and dirties sex of my life.
I only notice the bleeding because the comforter is stained.
“Oh, shit, Alex.” I push him onto his back and check the wound on his leg. Sure enough, the stitches broke. “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry. I never should’ve let you do that.” I grab another clean towel and press it against the wound.
But he doesn’t seem bothered. “You didn’t have much say in the matter, did you?”
“Seriously, that was really, really good, but you have to take it easy.”