Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I make an incoherent sound.
‘Tell me what you want,’ he urges, his breath steamy.
‘I want you to fuck me. Hard.’
His erection rubs my naked ass, hard and angry. ‘Where?’ he asks.
‘Every fucking where,’ I cry in frustration.
He slips a finger into me. A strangled sound escapes my throat. I feel like I am gasoline about to combust.
‘And why do you want that?’ he asks softly.
‘Because you own me,’ I groan.
‘That’s right. Every. Fucking. Inch. Tell me all this is mine.’
‘It’s all yours. Every last inch.’
He strokes my ass.
I’m not proud of it, but I swear at him with frustration.
‘Fuck it, Zane. Take me now.’
I feel like an animal. An animal in heat. He hefts my hips and rubs the head of his cock up and down my slick folds, coating it in my juices. Goosebumps rise along my skin as I feel his cock force itself between my swollen lips, stretching me tight around his thickness. My hands dig into the sofa. Jesus, his erection feels as hard as stone.
‘Oh, God, yes,’ I groan as that smooth shaft slowly spears my body until he jams his full length deep into my pussy. ‘Yes. Just like that,’ I moan, gripping the hell out of his massive dick. ‘Exactly like that.’
No longer gentle, he becomes exactly what I’ve always wanted. A rough god. He rams into me, his need overpowering, irresistible, savage, driving his cock deeper and deeper. With every thrust my juices spurt around his cock and soak my thighs. My muscles feel like beaten butter. My sobs and moans echo through the room and my body thrashes over the sofa as his entire cock goes in and out of me.
He reaches around so his fingers can play with my clit while he drives into me. Furiously. Relentlessly. All pretenses at civilization gone. We are just two animals fucking. Oblivious to the world around us.
My body starts to spiral out of control. ‘I’m coming,’ I shudder as the waves of contractions start. Vaguely I am aware of calling out his name again and again as I become a creature of ecstasy. I hear a roar. Then his cock jerks inside me and he shoots hot sperm into my body. He did it hard. As if he can’t help himself. As if this thing we have is a madness and this is the only cure.
Our bodies become still.
He rests his forehead against my back. Both of us are still breathing hard when he pulls out of me. I try to get up, but he lays his hand on my back. His cream trickles out of me. I twist my head to look at him. He returns his cock into his boxers and zips up. With a lush smile he slips a finger into me. More of his cream gushes out of me. He smears it all over my sex, thighs, and behind my ears. Then he pulls my dress down over my ass, his hand lingering on my flushed curves. He zips up my dress and pulls me off the sofa.
‘Shall we go?’ he asks.
‘Steady on,’ I say with a wobbly, crazy, impractical, fucked-up smile. ‘I’d like to wash and freshen up a little first.’
‘No, you smell and look exactly the way I want you to. I want every man who looks at you to know you’re mine.’
My knees go weak. Oh my! You are in so much trouble, Dahlia. ‘You sound like a dog marking its territory.’
‘That’s exactly right. I’ve left my scent on what I own.’
‘But there’ll be a wet spot on my dress.’
He smiles. ‘And so there will be.’
Sixteen
Dahlia Fury
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cQh1ccqu8M
A quick look at the big mirror over the fireplace shows me a woman with two spots of high color on her cheeks, swollen lips, and glittering eyes. Her hairdo is most definitely lopsided. There is no freaking way I am going anywhere without repairing that, at least. I pull the pearl pin out, comb my hair out with my fingers, and leave it loose. I turn around to look at Zane. He is standing very still in the middle of the room just watching me. I was so angry before it did not hit me how darkly handsome he looks in a faultlessly cut black suit and a midnight-blue shirt. Like a fallen angel, actually.
‘Have I told you that you look ravishing tonight?’ he asks.
Wow! First compliment. Butterflies are going mad in my tummy, but I affect an air of sophistication. ‘Not in so many words.’
‘Well, you do.’
‘Thank you.’ Then more softly, ‘You look kick ass hot yourself.’
He smiles slowly, sexily. ‘If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to have to bend you over the sofa again.’
How crazy, I actually want him inside me again, but my stomach rumbles. I walk towards him, my hips swaying, my eyes fixed on his. I stop in front of him. ‘Feed me first.’