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)
She gulps again, tears still falling, and nods.
I shove her thighs apart to take a peek at what I’ve won. Her pussy opens for me, blooming like a flower. Fuck me, she’s ready to take my cock. I can’t wait to slide in there and see how tight she is. I’m guessing a girl like her has been with maybe a handful of guys, if that. She moves to press her legs together, and I allow her to do it. When her thighs touch, I pull her up to resettle her knees on my jacket and lean up so she can feel my cock press against her ass. She wiggles, and I dig my fingers into the bones at her pelvis to keep her still. “Not too fast, Flower. I want to savor this.”
“I know what you want. Just get it the fuck over with.”
I lean over her, pressing some weight on her back so her legs quiver. “Well, now that you said that, I think I will take my time.”
She huffs out a breath and goes still in my grasp. That won’t do. I slap her ass hard enough to send her scrambling forward and onto her belly. As I predicted, she comes up spitting, scratching, striking, going for my face.
There she is. My little wallflower has more fight in her than she lets on.
I grasp her wrists hard enough to make her whimper, then spin her so her back is against my chest again, her ass pressed exactly where I want it. I pump my hips forward so she can feel every inch of my length.
“I can’t wait another minute to have you,” I whisper against her neck as I gather her delicate wrists in one hand and pin them against her chest with my own fist.
I use my other hand to work my jeans open and pull out my aching dick.
It’s finally time to have her. She’s lost this fight. She’s mine.
I tilt her hips up so I can rub myself against her, feeding my cock between her thighs. The heat of her pussy radiates over my cock, beckoning me forward. She lets out a whimper, but I ignore it. In a few minutes, she won’t be doing anything but begging me for more. I thread myself through her pussy lips, back and forth, ensuring the head of my cock brushes her clit with each pass. Her whimpers grow into something more, something sinful. A sharp intake of breath. Perhaps shock or surprise? Why would that little movement surprise her?
“Talk to me, little wallflower? Does that feel good?”
She stays silent; not a single word escapes her, so I continue doing what I please. If she doesn’t want to give me anything, then I’ll worry about myself.
I love how silky and pink she is here. All the blood rushes down to her center, warming us both up. I hug her body tighter against me, then shove her shoulders down so her back arches while she’s on her hands and knees. A ragged sob cuts through the night, but I ignore it. She knew the rules when she came in here, yet she tried to make a deal for this exact thing. Now, I’m taking it, and she will enjoy it just as much as I will, whether she admits it or not. I bet she’s only crying because she lost. This has nothing to do with pain or being hurt. I’ve ensured she didn’t hurt herself, and I haven’t laid a single finger on her that would cause her harm. I have no reason to feel bad. Focusing on the pleasure instead, I rub myself against her opening, holding her hip with one hand and taking my cock into my other hand. This isn’t my usual forte…ninety-nine percent of the time, I take what I want with complete disregard for how rough or brutal I am. Every woman knows the score before they throw themselves at me.
But Maybel is different, and because of that gut instinct that tells me to use caution, I lean into it, letting it guide me. Pushing forward, I press the thick head of my cock into her wet heat and take a breath. Her muscles are tight, tighter than I anticipated, so much so that I have to grit my teeth and push through her body's resistance. She shifts in my grasp, her shoulders angling down, her head pressed against the cold dirt. Every inch of her body is strung tight like a bow. Maybe she hasn’t been fucked in a while. At least she’s stopped fighting me. If only her body would let me in. As much as I hate it, I slow and ease my cock in a little deeper, then back out.
I notice that she shifts the tiniest bit forward like she might get away. All I can do is smile. Now that she’s in my dark web, she’ll never escape me. To secure her, I snake an arm under her belly and hold her tight in place.