Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He doesn’t release my hand and drops his head against the seat as he thrusts into both of our grips. It only takes a few minutes for his thighs to tighten up, his breathing to quicken, and his other hand to reach out and latch onto my upper thigh.
God, he looks so beautiful like this. I hate him for it even while I’m throbbing as I watch him.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now. Slamming deep inside your tight pussy, claiming you over and over again. I’ll be your first and last, Celia. Your virgin blood will coat my cock, and there will never be another man who gets the pleasure of touching you.” If only his words were true and something I could believe.
With a few more strokes, he comes hard, his warm seed splashes all over our hands, and then he locks eyes with me as he takes the cum and rubs it into my breasts. Keeping his eyes trained on me, he watches with intent until the last of the hot liquid is caked into my skin.
I’m sticky with it, and the smell of him permeates the air around us. As he wipes his hand on his pants, I risk squeezing my thighs together to relieve some of the ache there.
I convince myself if this is all he wants from me, a hand job and to sit next to him naked, I can deal with it. I can handle it.
It doesn’t take long for me to realize how naïve and stupid I am.
He reaches across the car and drags me into his side. “That was just a little taste, stellina. I need so much more of you. All of you. By the time I’m finished with you, you will be mine in every way possible.”
I shudder in his grip and shake my head. “Is this how it’s going to be? You, using me to get off, but never even bothering to ask what I want?” I shouldn’t be surprised that nothing between us has changed.
I catch the way he drops his gaze down to my breasts, even in the darkness of the back seat. “I don’t have to ask. I know what you need. You don’t think I can see how much you want me? I bet if I lay you down on this seat, you’ll be soaking my balls in seconds. Tell me I’m wrong.”
When I don’t answer, an urgency fills his touch. He captures my head between his hands and lowers me to his lap, his cock already hard against his belly again. “Suck it and suck it good because you want to get it nice and wet. Afterward, I’m fucking your ass, and how soaked I am will determine how comfortable it will be for you.”
Before I can call him a bastard, he forces my mouth onto his dick. I suck in a breath through my nose, already tasting the salty musk of his cum and his skin. The longer I take to do this, the longer he will hold me down and force me. Tears are already building at the corners of my eyes as I add my hand into the mix so he doesn’t gag me on his length.
Once I take over on my own volition, he lessens his hold on my head and gently twines his fingers into my hair. “Harder, stellina. Or I’ll do it myself, and with the way I feel right now, I won’t be gentle with you.”
I focus on my task, squeezing my eyes closed, tears streaking down my cheeks.
His hand trails from my hair over the curve of my naked spine down to my ass. Then he delves his fingers between my legs, gently inserting two digits into my pussy.
I gasp against him, inadvertently taking him deeper into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he growls.
With his fingers inside me, I can’t focus. My technique is sloppy, my hands jerky as I work them from his base to my mouth with each pass. His thighs tremble underneath my braced forearms, and I squeeze myself around his fingers, needing more.
“My princess is greedy for it. I’ll give it to you soon, don’t worry. Faster,” he whispers, urging me on.
When I don’t increase my pace, he arches his hips up into my face. It pushes me off balance, and I almost topple off the seat. I sit up and glare. But he’s too far gone to care. He catches me around the neck and rolls me onto my back, staring down at me.
His fingers circle my throat, squeezing, but not enough to cut off air. “When I tell you to do something, you’ll do it. Even if you don’t want to do it. Even if it goes against every single thing you believe in. You’ll do it, and you’ll act like you enjoy it.”