Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
When he talks like this, it is as though he wants me, but when this passion is over and his fright settles, I know he will return to his questions and his rationalizations. I want to stay here with him, a bad girl needing punishment, his possession to be protected. I would rather have his anger than his confused indifference.
His spanking makes me sting and ache, the lips of my pussy growing red and even more swollen. At least two dozen strokes land against my increasingly wet cunt, my hips writhing, dancing a mold of my bottom into the moss below me. I start to moan almost as much as I gasp and cry out, because as always, Thor’s pain is turning to my pleasure.
I could come like this. I could orgasm while he spanks my clit and my lips, punishes me like the bad girl I have always been, and always will be.
“Fucking hell,” he curses, reaching up to clasp my throat. His voice is ragged, his breath harsh and growling. He wants control of me so badly, but I can’t give it to him, no matter how much I try. My legs are already spread wide, offering him an obedient pussy sacrifice. He fists his cock in his other hand and drives it deep inside me in one powerful, claiming thrust. I feel myself stretched wide, my inner walls gripping him and struggling with the girth of his rod at the same time. Thor is big. Very big, and neither of his hammers can resist me. The literal and the metaphorical are both somehow bound to my flesh.
The sensitive skin of my lips and the hot bud of my clit rubs against his hard leather clad pubic bone as he starts pounding me. I have been spanked tender, almost to orgasm, and within a dozen strokes of his punishing cock entering me, I am coming. Hard. My cunt grips him with desperate need, trying to milk him. But he resists. He’s not going to come yet. He’s going to keep punishing me. Keep fucking me. Keep using me.
Thor
I shouldn’t be fucking her. I should definitely not be letting her come this way, her entire body quivering and shaking around my dick. She is so beautiful, her body pale in the cold Norwegian light. In this place, everything is turned to ice. Everything is made frigid. But not her. She is the volcano in the midst of the icy plane of my existence. I cannot resist this woman, and that makes her dangerous to us both.
She screams with orgasm, flailing and arching, forcing her hips up against mine and taking me as deeply as she can inside that hot, furred slit. It is enough to almost tip me over the edge, but if I cannot control her, I can at least control myself.
I hold her beneath me and I slow my hips in the wake of her orgasm. I work my cock slowly in and out of her hot, red, glistening hole. What are the depths of this woman? Why is she so much more complicated than any other? Why is my attraction so intense? Her lips grip me on every stroke out, forgiving me for the punishment I inflicted on her and offering pleasure in its stead.
Her eyes are locked on mine. I can see an apology held in them, as if she is sorry for everything. But it is not an apology I can accept, because this is not over. This may never be over.
She reaches for my arm and wraps her smaller hands around my forearm as I thrust deep inside her. There is a fire inside this woman, an intense heat that bathes my cock and holds it tight and demands I give her what she wants. I have been determined to make her mine, but I think I might be hers. I think she might possess me in some inexorable and unspeakable way. I think I might be lost. And I think she might be where I can be found.
I fuck her hard. I listen to her whimper. I feel her submit. And I fill her with my seed.
Anita
“That was hot,” I say when I get my breath back. Thor is holding onto my naked body as if he is afraid it is going to slip away.
“Please,” he says. “Don’t do anything else stupid.”
“I didn’t know it was stupid when I did it. That’s the problem. You learn from the past. And I don’t have a magical hammer past. I don’t even know how it got in my hand.”
“You summoned it.”
“I think I might be magic too,” I suggest.
“You’re something,” he agrees. He drops a sweet, affectionate kiss on the tip of my nose. This is a moment of rare softness between us. I feel a kind of acceptance I’ve not had before. I wish it could last, but I can already feel him slipping away in some intangible manner. I don't know what he’s waiting for, or what he needs, but I don’t think it is me.