Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
And that slap had shredded the last tattered remnants of my patience.
"You are whatever the fuck I say you are," I growled so low it was barely human.
I withdrew my fingers from her heat and wrapped both hands around her waist, lifting her as if she weighed nothing and throwing her over my shoulder in one fluid motion.
She screamed in outrage as I carried her into the bedroom, her fists pounding on my back, her nails raking down my skin through my shirt, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
I delivered one hard slap to her still-bruised ass, my palm connecting with the tender flesh in a satisfying crack, and she bucked like a wild horse, nearly toppling us both.
Her struggles only ended when I threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing once on the mattress before she tried to scramble away to the edge of the bed.
I grabbed her ankle and dragged her back with one hand while unzipping my fly with the other. The marks I had left across her ass the other night practically glowed against her porcelain skin. A few of them had faded, but others would bruise.
When those faded, I would leave fresh ones. Constant reminders of who she belonged to.
She rolled to her back, her bare pussy glistening with her slick as she kicked at me.
I caught hold of her shin and stepped in between her legs, fisting my cock.
"Beg me for it," I said, letting go of her leg and pressing my thumb against her clit.
"Fuck you," she cried, but her thighs opened for me.
"All in due time."
I gripped the neck of her shirt and tore it from her body. All she had on was a lace bra in a dark maroon that did nothing to hide the pale ivory of her breasts or the blushing pink of her hard nipples.
I let out a low groan as I grabbed for it, releasing the front clasp and ripping the bra off her as well.
She swore, but she was still panting, her eyes blown wide and her sweet cunt still slick and wanting.
"Beg me, and I will make you come on my fingers and my tongue before I fuck you."
It was my last offer. My cock was so hard I could feel it pulse, and my balls ached, demanding release.
"I don't beg," she said, and she tried to back away from me again.
With both hands, I snared her hips and flipped her so that her perfect, bruised ass was in the air and then I pressed inside of her.
Fuck.
I knew she was tight, but she gripped me like a fucking vise. Already milking me.
Viktoria didn't scream. She didn't swear. Instead, she let out a low, deep moan of pleasure that vibrated through her body and straight into mine, the sound primal and raw.
Her back arched like a bow as I filled her, her knuckles white where they gripped the sheets.
She was impossibly tight, her inner walls clenching around my cock with a pressure that bordered on painful, but she took all of me—every inch—like she was made for this, made for me.
I dragged out slowly, watching with fascination as her body clung to mine, reluctant to let go.
Then I pushed back in deeper, harder, the slick glide of her arousal easing my way. Over and over, I established a rhythm calculated to drive her mad, keeping my pace deliberately slow and controlled.
Every thrust was measured, designed to make her feel every centimeter of my invasion.
Viktoria wasn't having it. Impatient, desperate, she widened her knees, the movement spreading her further open to me, letting me slide in deeper than before.
She pushed up onto her hands too, her spine a perfect curve, and rocked back against me on her knees, trying to set her own frantic pace.
I slapped her ass hard, the sharp crack of my palm against her flesh echoing in the room.
Her cunt pulsed around my cock in immediate response, clenching down so tight I saw stars. A fresh wave of her arousal coated me as I pressed my hand to the center of her back and held her down, forcing her chest back to the mattress, reminding her who was in control.
"You want me to fuck you hard and fast, you have to beg."
I was in control of this situation, not her, and I wasn't going to let her come until she begged like a good girl.
"Never," she spat.
So I spat too. I spat on her tight little asshole before pressing my thumb down.
That stopped her. She squeezed me tighter, but she stopped trying to take control.
"Has anyone ever taken you here, princess?" I asked, keeping my slow, steady rhythm.
"No," she gasped. "Please."
"Please what?"
She didn't answer, so I pressed a little harder.
"Tell me what you want," I coaxed.
Her pussy was so wet, her juices dripped down my cock to my balls. She was quivering around me, and I knew she was right there. Just like I knew my slow, steady thrusts dragging in and out of her would keep her on the edge but never push her over.