Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“My innocent girl is becoming greedy, huh baby?” His mouth is biting and licking my mouth while his other hand wreaks havoc on my nipples. He is everywhere, smothering me with his energy, blinding me with the mastery of his actions. I love it more than I should. “So damn sweet, baby. Do you bathe in cotton candy?” he growls in my ear.
“N-no.” I answer him lamely. I am too busy rocking against his hand and trying to suck his face off. It is about time girl! I thought I was going to have to commit you to a school for dumb girls. I would roll my eyes if I weren’t trying to make it to the place only Alex could take me.
His fingers slide my panties to the side. They split the lips and rub the button that has been torturing me. “Yes Alex! More.” Oh my… I need him to keep going and add more pressure. This is next level intensity. I thought I knew from what he did to me the other night. I knew nothing! Duh dumb bitch. I have been trying to tell you. Let that sexy specimen of a man have some apple pie. She is louder now and you know what, I am done trying to silence her.
“Jesus, baby. How blasphemous would it be for me to praise him for letting you gush all over my fingers?”
“I-I don’t know. I can’t…faster Alex. Please.” Oh, God forgive me but I can’t deny the thrill, the hedonistic buildup of pure, intense desire.
“Whose pussy is this, Imogen? Tell me, little one. Christ I am committing more than one sin out here in the dark trying to not rail you into the ground. I need you to save me, Pequeña. Bring me back from the brink and tell me whose good, dirty girl you are.”
His words flow over me and Jezebel becomes fifty percent of who I am now. His question plays over in my mind and with each one I scream the answer inside of me. His lips wrap around my nipple and I am no longer screaming on the inside. I come right then and there, head moving from side to side. My body is in the throes of release, but he doesn’t stop. “I want another one, Pequeña. It's mine. Give it to me.”
People have more than one of these? Holy moly. His finger dips into my hole stretching me. The burn has me shouting into the air, calling his name and asking him to catch me. “Too much, Alex. Please.” Am I begging him to stop or for more? More bitch. Definitely more.
“Ah shit baby. Your pretty little pussy is so fucking tight. This tiny cunt is going to fucking kill me isn’t she?” He slides his fingers in and out over and over before pulling out and rubbing my wetness over my clit.
“Oh Alex. It feels so good. I feel so good.” I tell him crying from the overwhelming emotion.
“Yes, my little one. You feel amazing.” He pulls his fingers from inside of me and licks them. “You taste amazing too. Like cinnamon whiskey. My very own liqueur.” He slides his fingers back inside of me before sharing my own taste with me, kissing me like someone is going to take me from him. “Come again baby. Soak my fucking sweats so I can go home and use it as a pillow.”
I grip his arm and scream my sinful pleasure to the stars. His words and his touch on my clit
send me soaring. I cry, keen and mewl over and over, submitting to him and the power he has over me.
I am slumped against him, shaking and gasping for air, the power of my release unexpected for me and to be honest, kind of scary. He attempts to calm me by whispering into my ear and rubbing my back. “My good girl. I am going to keep you one way or another.” The last thing I remember before I close my eyes.
I am unsure how much time passes, but I feel us moving. My eyes are too heavy to open right away. Sometime later he wakes me. “Baby, we are down the street from your house. Do you think you could climb the trellis?” I jerk up and look around, panic setting in before I realize what he said.
“Yes.” I tell him my voice is heavy with sleep. He watches and climbs behind me, waiting for me to make it inside.
“Kiss me Pequeña.” It's like I have been chemically drugged. I don't try to fight against anything he demands of me and I don't want to. Now I know why the church calls lust the devils drug.
He kisses me breathless, his grip desperate and clingy. “Sleep tight little one.” he says before going back down.