Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I try to tell him to just fuck me, but it comes out muffled, and his smile grows.
He grabs a handful of my ass and twists, the painful awakening throbbing at my core. He lies down on his back and positions me over his face, the view of his perfect cock in front of me.
He raises his mouth to my pussy, and he wastes no time before his tongue darts out and slides straight between my folds. I moan but can’t say anything around the ball gag. My body trembles over him, wanting to so badly reach for him, but I’m unable to while my hands are bound. He slides his tongue up and down, teasing me and making me want to touch him. But I can’t. He dips a finger inside me while his tongue works absolute magic. Up and down and slow circles around my clit until I can feel myself tightening around his finger. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls away. He repositions himself on his knees beside me, and when I begin to curse and complain, he pushes me so I fall directly onto his bed face-first.
Thank God his bed is soft. I don’t have my hands to break the fall.
He pulls me back before I feel him at my entrance again. I wiggle into him, begging for him to fill me. I’m due my release. I’ve never needed or wanted anything so desperately. If I didn’t have this gag on, I would more than likely beg.
And I have never begged a man in my life.
So I’m thankful for the gag. I would hate to inflate River Bently’s ego.
He chuckles and slides straight inside me. As he does, I feel the instant relief that I was searching for. He stays still for a few moments before he finally moves in and out of me as he winds my hair around his knuckles and tugs my head back.
He leans over and whispers into my ear, “Wear your fucking hair down more often.” I shake my head, but it’s hard to do with it being restricted. He pushes it away and keeps on thrusting. He doesn’t stop, pumping slowly and steadily into me. And it’s like reaching up for the clouds and then thinking you have a hold of something, but it gets pulled away.
I wish my hands were free. I would turn around and fucking climb him so I could have my way.
Instead, he tortures me with his slow and steady pace until I feel myself tighten, and everything in me feels like it’s about to burst.
“That’s it, baby, suck my fucking cock with your cunt.”
I can’t stop it. It just builds and builds until even around the ball gag I’m screaming as his thrusts get faster and faster until my body can’t take it anymore and shuts down. River slaps my ass, and I suck in a breath.
Holy shit. Holy fuck. What is happening?
Just when I think I can’t come again, he picks up the pace, and something else keeps building inside me, not slowing down. He fucks me until we both come. He’s jerking inside me as my pussy milks him, and I don’t want this high to ever end. I want this man to forever throw me around at his whim. Breaking me ever so slowly into a sensual bliss I’ve never known.
There’s fucking.
Then there’s this…
River Bently.
When he’s done, he pulls out of me and lies beside me. Smiling, I’m barely able to keep my eyes open as he brushes back the hair that fell in my face before he says, “I’ll be marrying you very soon, Red, because you were fucking made for me.”
My heart rate picks up, and if I wasn’t just fucked into submission, I might very well slit his throat.
CHAPTER 33
River
Ileave her like that until the fire in her eyes dies down. I knew she would go livid when I told her I was planning to marry her. It’s just how she is. Spectacular. That’s really the only word I have for her right now. Because my cock is already getting hard, thinking it can go for round two.
She makes a noise, and I get off the bed, untying her hands and removing the ball gag from her mouth. She instantly gets up and turns to me, swinging, her fists flying. She clocks me in the jaw, but before she can get a second hit in, I capture her wrists. I then block her legs from kicking me in the appendage that intends to slide back into her.
“Anya.”
“I’d release me, River.” Her words drip with venom. I smile as I stare down at her, knowing it’ll piss her off again. She hates to admit that she loves my arrogant smile.
“But I intend to fuck you again, my sweet,” I croon, which just makes her angrier.