Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop.”
After a second, he switches his fingers, adding a third, and gives my clit a little bite, and I swear my soul almost pops free of my skin. Good gods, where did he learn to do this?
He laps at me like an ice cream cone until my knees shake while he fucks me with his fingers.
I’m so close. So fucking close. Just a little bit more. I’m rocking my hips into his face, seeking the sensation when he stops. He pulls his hand away and leans his head back onto the wall. “Get down here and ride me.”
So far, he hasn’t done a single thing I haven’t eagerly signed on for. My body is humming with the need for release. I crouch over him and move to sit on his length, but he pats my hips and swirls his fingers. “No, turn around.”
I don’t argue. I shift my weight and move to sit on him the opposite way and ride him backward. The second I ease the still-wet tip of him into my entrance, I moan.
His fingers clutch where my hip meets my thigh, and he lifts me higher, rising up with me until I’m on my hands and knees in front of him.
Well, okay then.
“I’m going to use you hard, Malyshka. I hope you can take as much as you think you can.”
I don’t have time to answer before he slams his full length inside me. But he doesn’t let me get far, using his free hand to hold my shoulder, pulling me back into him while he brutally pounds at me from behind.
He stretches me more than I’m used to, and everything screams in pain as my body adjusts. Then like a light switch, the pain is gone, and wave after wave of brutal pleasure chases it.
He curls his hand from my shoulder to my neck and lifts my back against his chest so I stay impaled on him but upright.
“Yes, that’s it,” he says against my hair. Now I can look at those pretty round tits bounce while I fuck you.
I can only whimper while he uses me. His body fills me completely. Each pass of his dick inside me is a lightning strike of pure sensation. After a few minutes, I hear a whimper, and it takes me a minute to figure out it’s coming from me.
I clutch at his forearm, and he squeezes my neck tighter, cutting my airway by the tiniest bit. For some reason, it makes everything brighter, the room, the edge of pain at my core, the wave after wave of pleasure.
“Please,” I whisper, barely making a sound with his tight grasp around my neck.
He slides his mouth up to my cheek. “Please, what? Tell me what you want.”
The whimper I make is embarrassing, but I can’t do anything else. “I need more.”
“Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
I hold his wrist tighter, surging back into him as he pushes forward into me. “I need my clit touched. Please.”
“Then touch it. But if you come before I say you can, I’ll fuck your face instead and deny you any further release.” His teeth graze my jaw, and then my neck as he moves faster, surging harder until all I feel is his breathless pace and my own aching body answering.
I reach down and rub my clit, needing the stimulation to push me toward my orgasm, but I’m careful. If he doesn’t let me come, I might go insane.
He shoves my head forward again, and I fall, using my hands to catch myself, losing the rhythm I’d generated at my clit. “Flick your clit, Malyshka. We are going to come together. Be ready when I am.”
I pick up the pace, grinding my fingers against me, my nails scraping skin that will be raw in a couple of hours.
He brings his hand down to my hip and uses it to pull me back onto him. “When I can use both hands, I’m going to fuck this tight little asshole too.”
The idea in my imagination is enough to send me headlong toward my orgasm. I have to slow my hand for fear of reaching it before he orders it.
“Ready?” he growls, his voice low and jagged. He’s still stretching me tight, and his thighs slap against mine with every brutal thrust.
I whimper and then realize he’s waiting for an answer. “Yes. Please. Let me come.”
“Mmm…I like when you beg. It makes me even fucking harder.” He moves faster, which seems impossible, and I rub my clit harder, trying to match him thrust for thrust.
“Now!” He bellows, dragging my battered body back into him hard enough that my hip will be bruised. For some reason, his order, and the permission that comes with it, shoves me over the cliff of my orgasm. I go into a free fall, stars dancing in my vision as he pumps into me harder and harder.