Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
"Fuck, you see how hard I am for you. I can already see myself sinking deep inside you, your tiny cunt struggling to take me on the first thrust, stretching around my thick shaft. It’s okay if you want that because that’s what I want too. I want to fuck you so hard, all you feel is the reminder of me and how I took you for days. I want you to be the good girl who takes my cock so fucking well, like it was made for you, but I need something in return. I need you to put your pride aside and ask nicely. Beg, really. And if you do it well enough, I’ll stuff you full of my cum as a reward.”
I blink and gulp. This is a game I'm going to lose, like always, but I'm nothing but a pushover if I don’t put up a fight first. It's the fight he seems to enjoy anyway.
He tilts his head like he's resigned to work himself and strokes his length in one brutally tight grip. Precum beads on his head, and I can't take my eyes off him. I'm practically panting, my chest rising and falling so hard, I can see it in my peripheral vision while I watch him.
"Cat got your tongue, Bel? Or maybe you aren’t ready to beg yet. That’s okay. You can watch for now, but with your shirt off instead.”
I shouldn’t. I should deny him the opportunity, but seeing him this way makes me want to see how far I can take it. I blink and then do as he says. Why not? He told me he wouldn't fuck me until I asked, and removing my shirt and maybe my bra might take some of the pressure off my aching nipples. Gripping the hem of my shirt, I tug it over my head and toss it aside.
His predatory gaze sweeps over my body, down my lacy white bra, to my flat belly, then to the waist of my jeans. "Bra, too."
It takes seconds to remove that, and soon, my tits are bare to the chilled air. When I look at him now, there's fire in his eyes, not the cold indifference written into the grim line of his mouth. "It’s really a shame you don’t listen like this all the time. You’re such a good girl when you want to be.” He reaches for me and caresses my mouth with his thumb, dragging it across my bottom lip. The motion sends zings of pleasure straight to my core. I want him to fuck me. I want him to make me beg for it.
A whimper escapes me, and I can't even fucking help it. I'm so wet and achy for him.
"Anything you want to say?"
I shake my head. "No." But it comes out more like a question than a fully convincing statement. The smirk he gives me is deranged at best. He trails his damp thumb from my lips, down over my chin and neck, stopping once he reaches my stiff nipple. His thumb's warm, wet heat against the stiff peak makes me shiver, and I lean forward, wanting more. More sensation, more pleasure, more him. He meets my eyes for half a second, and then I look away, ashamed of how he can reduce me to my most basic instincts with nothing but the feel of his hands on my body.
Without warning, he pulls his hand back and then brings it down, slapping my tit hard. The sting of pain registers first, followed by a ripple of pleasure. A gasp escapes my lips, and I tug my bottom lip into my mouth, biting hard to stop myself from doing that again. Of course he hears and doesn’t bother hiding his satisfied grin.
He repeats the action, this time on my other breast. Fuck. The sting hurts, but the pleasure mounts, and I swear I’m so wet from this that it’s embarrassing. How does he do this to me every single time? The heat of him swamps me as he moves closer, my thighs spread open even wider. I feel the slightly wet tip of his cock as he glides it against my collarbone.
A whimper slips out of my mouth, the pleasure and need overriding me. He uses the tip of his cock to paint each of my collarbones with his precum, and I look now, needing to see him more than I need my pride. More than I need anything else at this second.
"Anything...on your mind yet?"
I swallow hard as my body clenches around nothing. Empty. Wanting. Needing.
"I want you." I say the words, hating the sour taste that fills my mouth upon admittance. The satisfied hum he makes shoots right through me, causing my pussy to clench and my hips to lift involuntarily. I hate the power he has over me and the way he reduces me to nothing. I wish I was stronger and could resist him.