Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Adrian lowered his head over my mound and he sucked the little nub into his mouth. “Oh!” I moaned, pressing my thighs against his head, holding him there, strangling him, smothering him…
Fuck. I hated him. I wanted to kill him.
I wanted him to keep touching me.
Adrian was stronger than me and his hand gripped my thigh, forcing them apart, spreading me wide and open to him. “If you want to strangle something, you can strangle my cock,” he rumbled against my pussy.
His teeth grazed me and then he nipped down at the same time he slammed his two fingers inside of me.
I screamed.
My vision blurred with dark spots.
My head swam and the world tilted on its own axis.
I was falling…
Adrian released my clit from between his teeth and pulled his fingers out. There was so much wetness, my mattress was drenched underneath me.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Adrian growled. His face was dark, to the point of violence, and his eyes… there was madness in them.
Madness that matched my own need.
“Please.” I didn’t know what exactly I was begging for. My chest rattled with every desperate breath I took.
Adrian hastily got rid of his sweatpants, and he gripped his thick shaft. He was fully aroused. So big and hard.
His darkened eyes met mine. “I won’t be gentle. I won’t go slow. I’ll fuck you so hard, I’ll hurt you.”
I swallowed against the lump in my throat.
His gaze went between my open legs, where I laid in front of him like a sacrifice. Maybe I was…
His body lowered over mine, chest to chest, hips to hips. His lust matched my own as he palmed and squeezed my breasts until they hurt. “Your tits are so fucking beautiful. You’re going to squeeze my cock between them. Not tonight. But another time. I’ll fuck these pretty tits and then spill my cum down your throat.”
His filthy words had my brain in mush and my heart in my throat. I licked my lips. “Bastard,” I cursed again. A ruthless, arrogant prick he was.
“Do you want to be taken like a wanton little slut?” he said darkly. “Do you want to be fucked like a bitch in heat? Want me to take this cunt like the savage I am?”
My face heated. “I hate you,” I hissed.
Break me. Hurt me.
I needed it.
I deserved it.
A shadow flitted across his face, and he growled, low and deep.
“Be a good girl for me,” he rasped in my ear.
I pressed my lips together, refusing to answer him.
Adrian grinned, almost wickedly, but he looked pleased with my resentful defiance and quiet obedience.
With his eyes still on me, his hands circled my thighs and he pushed my knees up, toward my chest. I laid there, in this new position, wide open for Adrian.
He lined us up. His cock at the entrance of my pussy. I craned my neck to look at what he was doing. The tip of him rubbed against my clit before he pressed forward. His body came down on top of mine. His arms curled under my knees, spreading my thighs farther apart and he trapped them under him.
His strength was far greater than mine; I couldn’t even move a muscle. I was truly powerless under him.
Our eyes met.
Adrian spared me only a second before he shoved inside. One hard, deep thrust.
The noise that left my throat was unlike me, something akin to a feral scream and a wounded whimper. Adrian paused, staying deeply rooted inside me.
I was stretched to the fullest, my heated core spasming. Adrian’s eyes twitched and his lips curled with a snarl. He pulled out before pounding inside, just as roughly as he did the first time.
It hurt.
Oh God, it really hurt. Just like he promised.
But Adrian didn’t stop. And I didn’t want him to stop either.
I wanted this.
This burn.
This ache.
I wanted him to fill me; I wanted him so deep and I never wanted him to let go.
“Fuuuck.” Adrian’s face was a mask of pure lust as he swore. His word was accompanied with a hard thrust that had me screaming around my panties.
“You.” Thrust in. “Are.” Slide out. “Mine.” Thrust in.
Every time he slammed into my pussy, I cried because of how much it hurt and how good it felt. And every time he pulled out, I begged.
My pussy sucked him, welcoming his invasion. My body slowly learned to accommodate his size, his length and his thickness—as if I was made for him. For this purpose. His to fuck.
Adrian cursed and growled. And with each brutal impact of his thrust, I cried out. I had never been this… full before.
I sobbed.
I pleaded.
He mercilessly invaded me. He brutally fucked me. And he ruthlessly took ownership of my body.
We were both lost to this madness.
Nothing else mattered.
I wanted this with mindless abandon.
My orgasm assaulted me and I burst, as if my body had shattered into a million tiny pieces. His face grew dark and his eyes were wild. Adrian pumped into me, twice… three times, four hard and jerky thrusts before he planted himself deep and he came.