Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“You wouldn’t dare,” I hiss.
“Darlin’. I dare everything.” He smirks. “Some kids don’t respond to spankings. It does nothing. In fact, they’ve found it does more damage. I was one of those kids, princess. No matter how many times my dad blistered my ass, I went back and did it again. See, I had to learn the hard way.”
The sting of the first slap stuns me.
“But you, my love… have never had to learn anything at all.”
He fucking slaps my ass again. I can’t believe how much it hurts and more than that, it’s somewhat humiliating.
Though I try struggling again, he swats harder. It truly does sting, so I stop. One after another, he spanks me. My ass throbs like it’s on fire.
“Stop it, Axel,” I gasp as he spanks again.
“I said stop, you dick. I get it.”
“Really? Tell me? What do you get, Antoinette?”
What do I get? Nothing except that I’m kind of emotional and I want him to make everything go away.
His rough hands are suddenly rubbing the sting on my ass cheeks.
“You know, baby, this isn’t exactly my kink. But fuck, my cock seems to like seeing your ass this red.”
“Axel.” I sniff. The breakdown is coming; I can feel it. I try to lift up. The room is electrified with tension as he flips me over and gets on his knees. My ass feels like I have another sunburn and I let the tears run free.
“That’s it, baby. Cry. I’ve got you.”
He opens my legs and slowly, almost as if he’s savoring me, he licks and sucks my clit. I arch into his mouth.
He lifts his head and my breath stutters at the fierceness I see in him.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out except a moan. Leaning forward, he ruins me, destroys me with his mouth.
“Why? Why can’t I not need you?” I whimper, already pulsing. His tongue is like magic and I start to climb.
“Because you’re mine.”
His mouth latches on to my clit and sucks. He’s aggressive now. All the earlier gentleness is gone, as if he wants me to fall apart so he can put me back together.
Reaching for the sheet, I bury my head in it and sob. And in a moment of blinding enlightenment, I spill over.
“I love you,” I scream as he sucks and lets me come in his mouth. He climbs over me, pulling down his sweatpants. In one fast thrust, he’s deep inside me and I’m not sure I stopped coming because I’m still contracting.
“That’s it.” His hands take mine and lace them above my head as his lips kiss and lick away my tears. Then he takes my mouth, and as he kisses me slow and lovingly, his cock fucking me hard, I die a thousand deaths.
My nails claw into his chest, my body convulsing while I come.
I’m screaming his name, that I love him, hate him as he fucks me like never before. It’s wild and primal and dangerous.
It’s Axel.
“Fuck. I can’t get enough. I’m gonna come, gonna fill this cunt up.”
He freezes and I watch as he comes undone and every filthy thing we both said, all the fighting and spanking has led to Axel’s body jerking into mine.
I look into his eyes and see into his soul. His very being is connected with mine.
Everything I need, want, and will forever be addicted to is in him. It’s not the first time this has happened, but it’s definitely the most powerful.
He lays his forehead on mine, his warm breath, which smells like smoke and coffee, makes me calm and secure. He wants me. I think he wants me way more than he can understand.
He doesn’t pull out and when he finally does, he rolls over and stares at the ceiling. The expression on his face is not one of anger, but it’s somewhat tortured, a small frown, as if he’s concentrating. I’m sure he’s trying to figure out what to do with my love.
But for some reason, I don’t care. I do love him. I feel free and happy. If he breaks my heart… I can’t even go there because I’m betting on him.
“I need a shower.” I stretch.
“No.” He sits up and kicks off his sweats, which I now realize never made it past his knees.
“But, I have to. I… smell like sex,” I whisper, and he laughs. Leaning over, he kisses me hard yet tender.
“I like you smelling like I just fucked you, with my seed inside you.” He stands and pulls on a pair of jeans.
“Are you upset because I told you I love you?” He ignores me and lights up a cigarette, grabbing a black tee. “Maybe you have feelings for me?”
His eyes narrow as he inhales his cigarette. “You have five minutes to get dressed and get your ass on my bike.”