Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Kat vexes me and consumes me, and while I’d take a bullet for her, I’d also cut out and eat her still-beating heart. I oscillate between two extremes with this woman, love and hate, violence and peace, like it’s a matter of life and death.
“Why don’t you show me what a good little cocksucker you’ve grown up to be?”
I move up her body, my massive erection gripped in my hand. When I reach her neck, I yank her head forward with my free hand and trace her mouth with the head of my dick so precum wets her full lips like a gloss. “Good little rich slut. Show me what you can do for me.”
“Heath,” she croaks before I shove my cock into her mouth.
I don’t know if I expect a fight, but what I don’t expect is an incredible fucking blow job. Kat sucks with a hunger unlike anything I’ve ever known, swallowing the length of me down like a pornstar pro. She gags on my length but doesn’t back up, bobbing up and down until strings of saliva slide down her chin. I could bust a nut from a single touch, and I did not expect this level of expertise. Fuck.
Hell, I don’t know if Kat is an expert cocksucker, that I haven’t been with anyone else, or because a mouth feels a whole hell of a lot better than my hand, but Jesus, I’ll come faster than I did the first time she let me put my hand in her panties.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and I yank her hair, forcing her to open them and look at me. “Eyes on me. You don’t look at or think of anything but me, Kat. It’s my cock fucking your mouth. Mine. I know you’re a cock-slut, but I need you to focus on me.”
She nods her head on my dick and looks up at me. I surge with power and control, but at the same time worry if I’m doing the wrong thing. I don’t want to scare her or hurt her in any way.
“I’ll make you feel good, baby, don’t worry. But first, I need to own you. Make sure you know who the fuck has always owned you. I can treat you nice, Princess, or like a dirty whore. Either way, I’ll make you mine. MINE. Understood?”
Kat tries to lift her head, but I hold her down by the throat. She doesn’t get to come up for air. If she wants to drown so badly, I’ll suffocate her on my cock, so she can understand a bit of the misery I’ve felt for these past five years. So she gets an idea of the desperation you go through when you’ve got no place to run. I went to hell because of Kat, and now I want to give her a teaspoon of her own medicine.
Her hands move to my chest in desperation. She tries to push me off her, but she’s not met with the man. She’s now facing the monster that she made. The beast who doesn’t care what she wants, the dark side of me that wants to punish her, hurt and humiliate her the way she did me.
“You sound so good when you struggle with my cock in your mouth. Finally, you’re worth something, Kat. That’s all you were ever good for, a wet hole to fuck.”
My cock jerks in her mouth with my dirty talk, and she moans in protest. Maybe she can’t breathe, but I don’t care.
You care, you liar.
The rational part of my brain whispers to me, but it’s quieted by the roar of the beast. Kat can’t be mine if I hold her on a pedestal. She has to drop to my level first, fall to pieces before I pick her up and make her whole again.
She tries to talk, and I take the opportunity to shove my balls in her mouth. “Smart mouths always have more room than you think.”
Her coughing and gagging don’t make me stop. I’m not sure anything would at this point. But I know Kat, if she truly wanted me off her, she’d have bitten my dick.
Would she? You don’t know what she’s been through.
A voice in the back of my mind speaks, and I’m transported to the scene of her splayed on the beach, that animal on top of her, and her painfully quiet pleas for him to stop.
“Fuck,” I roar. I scramble off her so quickly that I almost fall off the bed. I pull my pants up over my erection and turn away from her. “Get the fuck out.”
“Why?” she asks, her voice low, barely a whisper.
“I don’t want to be like them. Get the fuck out before I change my mind.”
My eyes shut, and all I can focus on is the sound of her ragged breathing. A soft lament that falls from her lips, a cry that sounds like a low fog horn, a ship wanting safety in the turbulent night. A sound is so haunting, so desolate, that if it doesn’t stop soon, I’ll lose my mind and tear my fucking hair out.