Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“Oh… God!” she cries, and another stream of liquid erupts on a second wave of her orgasm.
Each time her pussy pulses while she continues to come, she squirts, the release and relief and the pleasure prolonging the monumental event.
And before those pulses have a chance to wane, I pull my hand out of her cunt and grip her thighs. I yank her back down to the very end of the table from where her tugs on her wrist restraints moved her upward, and while her pussy is fluttering like it’s trying to suck the cum right out of a cock, I line up my dick and bury myself to the hilt in one thrust.
“Fuck!” she screams, a word rarely used by my doll, which makes it hit different, and it’s like NOS to my system, my speed and roughness picking up as I pump my hips.
An endless string of nonsensical murmured words come from the head of the table as I fuck her at a punishing pace, the flutters inside her gripping heat never-ending while she completely surrenders.
But as primal as I’ve gone in the last few minutes, I remain zeroed-in on my submissive’s every behavior and her safety. Her mind may have given over completely to her pleasure, but I know she shouldn’t remain bound this way for much longer, or her joints will ache for days. And I’d rather use up her pain tolerance in much more adventurous ways during that time.
As I keep up my thrusts to the tune of her sweet nothings, I easily release the Velcro around her thighs, hearing her groan of relief as her legs come down to frame my hips. I lean forward and brace myself on one arm, still fucking into her as I reach and release the spring hook clipped to her cuffs. And then I put both elbows to the table to encircle each of her shoulders with one of my hands, squeezing and massaging them for a minute before taking hold of her linked wrists, pulling them with me as I stand back up.
The contrast between the black leather cuffs and the baby-pink thigh-high socks makes too debaucherous a picture to ruin by freeing her completely, so they remain in their bindings as I take hold of her thighs, gripping her right where they meet her hips.
“Get ready, little doll. I’m about to test just how much my mindless fuck toy can take before danger of damaging Pleasure Sleeve 2 is detected,” I quip, hearing a sound escape her that’s between a giggle and a nervous “eep.” And that’s the last thing I say before I tighten my grip and use it as leverage to start giving her thrusts she’s never felt before.
I don’t jackhammer into her with abandon like some tool who relies merely on his size instead of learning how to use it to really make a woman feel good. Each surge forward is done with purpose, coming to a stop with a collision of our sexes that reverberates pleasure throughout both our systems, before I steal my cock from her needy cunt, then do it all over again. I get rougher and rougher with every stroke until I notice a hum filling the room, and it’s not until my lungs are painfully empty that I realize the sound was a growl coming from deep within my chest.
Yet again, she’s so intoxicating I lost track of my own body and keeping it under rigid control. The primal part of me is the strongest it’s ever been, my natural instincts wanting to take over our lovemaking, but it’s my responsibility to keep my head on straight enough she won’t get hurt, so I fight it back.
Until I look up from where my cock slides in and out of her now dark-red cunt and meet the pretty eyes filled with nothing but trust and love, and my little sub whispers, “Let go, Master.”
CHAPTER 21
Twyla
“What?” he growls, his hips faltering for only a single thrust before he returns to his precise pace.
I try to give him a reassuring smile, but the pleasure is too all-consuming to be able to focus on the muscles of my face. “Let go. Please, Seven. I want you to let loose on me.”
He shakes his head, his sweat slinging and landing across my body. “No way, little toy. I don’t want to break you.”
My pussy clenches around his girth at the name he’s called me tonight, and I hope it sticks around even after we’re done with this sex doll game. “You won’t, Master,” I breathe, groaning as he hits an extra sweet spot inside me. “Please. I know you won’t hurt me. You can’t.”
I don’t say it like a challenge. I say it as a reminder that he is incapable of allowing himself to cause me harm.