Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
I force him to tighten his grip until he’s hurting me. This isn’t some sweet lover’s tryst. Sure, he cooked me breakfast and introduced me to his favorite pastime, but we’re not sweethearts tangling on the floor, too overcome with lust to make it to the bedroom. He is my enemy, and I am his.
I cannot forget that. No matter how many orgasms he gives me.
His cock punches into me. My core clenches on that first blunt inch. He’s so big it always takes a few minutes to adjust to him. Today, he’s not giving me time.
“Let me in.” He emphasizes each word with a kick of his hips. He’s merciless in his invasion, and despite myself, my body softens and swallows him up. And, fates help me, it feels so damn good.
I widen my legs and arch off the floor. He lessens the amount of weight on my smaller frame. “That’s it. Good girl.”
“Fuck you.”
“With pleasure.” He rocks into me, and warmth rolls up my torso, blooming in my brain. He moves slowly, and I savor every drag of his long and thick rod. Lights spark behind my eyes.
All too soon, his thrusts turn savage. He clasps my hands and drives into me, holding me captive to his plundering. It’s too much. I want more.
I’m not fighting him anymore. My knees are open wide, and I let myself wrap my legs above his taut buttocks in an attempt to keep up with his punishing rhythm. His face is frozen in an intent grimace, the pale marble of his sculpted arms and chest glistening with sweat. He shifts to his knees, putting his giant hands under my bottom and jackhammering deeper. The head of his cock battering at my womb. My orgasms blow up like a bomb. Again and again, until l lose count of the detonations.
Victor hoists me up and carries me to the armchair, where he flips me face down onto the seat cushion so he can fuck me from behind. I grip the leather until it’s slippery with my sweat. With Victor wedged inside me, my knees don’t quite meet the floor, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t stop slamming into me, driving me forward until I’m clawing at the seat back for purchase. He draws my head back by my hair. Every time he tugs, I clench around him. Somehow I cum again this way, my head tipped back and mouth open, trying to drag oxygen into my lungs.
He flips me again and stands, holding me in his arms. I clutch his shoulders, and he grabs my hips, forcing me down on his cock again. Slowly, he impales me, letting gravity drag me down. At this angle, he’s so deep that I feel him in the back of my throat. When he works my hips for me, sliding me up and down, I stare down at the angry red inches disappearing inside me.
My legs vibrate in one continuous, nonstop climax.
And then we’re in his bedroom, and he’s letting me sink into the plush mattress before propping my legs over his shoulders and powering into me.
He’s still impossibly hard. I cannot believe his stamina.
Times like these, I think I should’ve shot him in the dick. But it’d be a crime to deprive the world of the most perfect penis in existence.
And just as I’m fantasizing about killing him again, he slides a hand up my backside and presses a finger into my ass. I come hard, feeling him everywhere, and he finally follows me over. I clench down on his cock, loving the way he surges inside me.
We lie on our sides for a moment, panting. I need a nap, and I’m going to be sore when I wake up. Victor fucks like he lives—with joyful violence.
“You like my finger in your ass?” He twists his digit deeper.
“No,” I say, just as a mini-tremor runs through me.
“Liar.” He probes me mercilessly. Just when I’ve stretched around his single finger, he adds another.
Meanwhile, his cock is growing harder inside me. As it swells, it adds pressure against the fragile wall between it and his fingers.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
“As you wish.” He removes his fingers from my ass and swings into the cradle of my hips.
“Again?”
“You can take it.”
I mutter something unintelligible. At least now we’re in bed. I watch him through half-closed eyes, letting him use my body to sate himself. I’m a tiny sailboat rocking on an endless ocean.
A warm cloth to my sex snaps me awake.
“Lula, my Lula.” He’s cleaning me, kissing me. Then he turns his head and sweeps his tongue up my cheek, licking the tears off my face. I bare my teeth at him half-heartedly, and he laughs. “You want to mark me, my vicious beauty?” He settles my hand at the wound on his gut. “You already have.”