Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Please. You. You own all of me. Please, fuck me.” Please fuck me.
Twenty-One
Larabee
My eyes are locked on her pink swollen slit, the one winking at me and drooling all over my cock. “Please fuck me.” Damn. When her mouth gets dirty it makes my prick weep.
My eyes are unable to look away when I slide inside of her heat, splitting it obscenely like a porn star taking twice the pleasure.
“Mmm. So full. I can feel you...everywhere,” she moans looking over her shoulder. I throw my head back giving myself a second to try to hold it together before I shoot this nut inside of her. Fuck, she always makes me come too fast.
“Damn you feel so good, angel.” I grin when her little self wiggles trying to push herself further on me, but if I don’t move, her pleasure doesn’t either. “That’s right baby, try to buck against this steel. Try to take what you want…my greedy little whore.” I growl that last part in her ear before I grab her hair and yank her back to me.
“Yes, babe. Harder.” She demands continuing to try to move. I sit up a bit and watch her struggle to get all of the friction she wants. Her pussy is trying to suck the life out of me right now, literally and I am damn near coming. Something has her geared up.
“That’s the idea, baby. I want you to feel me over and over again.” I smack her ass and my mind settles into the look and feel of my cock conquering her tiny pussy. Stamping my claim on it. Fuck I want to bite the shit out of her and make sure everyone knows she belongs to me. Hell. Why not? She is my property.
Covering her back with my chest, I push her head into the mattress and sink my teeth into her skin. One bite after another I mark her, claim her and take her. I’ve worked myself up into a state of madness.
“Yes. Yes. Just like that,” she cries, her voice muffled in the bed linen.
“Mine.” I grunt sliding out and in. “My woman.” I push in as deep as I can go. “My pussy.” Smack. “My fucktoy.” I grind against her asshole before spitting on it. “My bitch.” Son of a bitch her pussy is magic. “My wife.” I play with her rosebud, adding pressure to the untouched hole, the hitch in her breath every time I simulate a breach, presents itself in her pussy with more vacuum like suction.
She is pushing back against me now, feline like noises falling from her mouth. Her nails are ripping through the sheets, searching for something stable but all she will find is what I give her… abandon. “Yours. Yours. Yours,” she chants and screams. Her body is in some sort of state now, shaking and twitching. Each jerk of her flesh is a free fall for my self control. Finally, I pull all the way out, slide my finger into her ass and ram back into her pussy and she detonates. “I’m coming,” she screams. Her pussy chokes the shit out of my cock. I can feel my balls tighten and then the floodgates open.
“Damn it. Shit. Too soon.” I curse rutting into her through the release. Our shared cream falls between us onto the sheets. Once the last of it has left me, I pull out and catch some with my fingers pushing it back in. She jerks, still sensitive, but I need to make sure as much of it as possible stays inside of her.
Falling onto the bed, I pull her over my chest and rub her back. “Mmm. I missed you today.” She says, kissing my chest.
“Oh, Piccola, you have no idea.” I am basically limbless every day until she is back in my arms. “I see you ladies had fun today.” The living room is covered with bags and shit.
“Yeah. The ladies threw me a bridal shower mixed with their baby shower.” I can hear the happiness in her voice, and it makes me feel good that some part of my life can provide her with that. I know something else is on her mind and I situate myself to look at her but then my phone rings.
Reaching to the side table, I see it is Aurora. “Asesina.”
“Cain. We need you.”
“What’s happened?” I am already shifting myself out of the bed, pulling on my boxers and pants.
“We got a call that these guys went into the Sanctuary and are holding the kids and nannies hostage.” What the fuck? The Sanctuary is the name we gave to the three-story house the Family bought for their strippers who have kids to live in. It is a communal of sorts with more than enough bedrooms for the girls and their kids.