Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
I nod, half frightened, but mostly thrilled. Before I can respond, he flips me onto my front, and with a powerful arm beneath my belly, drags me up onto my hands and knees. He grips my hips and before I can adjust to the change in perspective, the heat of his mouth is pressed against my pussy, his tongue slipping beneath the fabric and entering me.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, as he licks between my labia, flicking my clit. I fall to my elbows, and he slaps my ass once, so hard and fast it takes a few seconds for the pain and heat to bloom. “You like dark? Is this too dark for you?”
“No,” I whimper before my mind has a chance to catch up. I don’t recognize the sound of my own voice or the desire that spreads through me like liquid chocolate.
“Fuck.” His thumbs spread me open, and he licks deeper into me. I scramble to get away even as I want more. The pleasure is too much, too raw.
“Did he cum in you?” Carson asks.
“No.” I flush so hot at the question I’m grateful that he can’t see my face.
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
I grip the sheets beneath me as his tongue circles my taint while his thumb pushes into my pussy. “Yes,” I gasp.
Biting the cheek of my ass, he rests back on his haunches and searches for a condom in his pocket. With brutal efficiency, he covers his cock. I don’t watch, but listen, the sounds making a greater impact on my psyche than watching ever could.
As his cock juts into my entrance, his hand grasps my neck, forcing my forehead to the mattress. He forces inside me, the pressure intense, holding my body hostage. Where Stefan entered me with gentle purpose, Carson is intent on breaching my boundaries.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
I feel tight. The thickness of him seems impossible for my body to accept. It’s a violation in the best possible way.
You shouldn’t like this. Even as I flush with arousal, my body pressing back to force the full length of Carson inside me, a part of me feels shame. Wanting to be conquered and controlled by a man feels like something from a different century. I’m not that woman. At least, I’m not usually. Except now, I’m grunting into a mattress while my body is racked by the thrusts of a tattooed brute.
And it feels so good. Better than I could ever have predicted.
Another slap to my ass, makes my pussy squeeze tightly, and Carson calls out, the pleasure becoming too much.
“You feel so good, Allie. Too good. So deep. Too fucking sweet.”
When he reaches beneath me to grasp my breast through my dress, I find myself yanked into an upright position, my back against this broad heaving chest. His thrusts are relentless, his hand at my throat pure possession. Each stroke of his dick inside me makes me cry out.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers darkly in my ear. “That’s it. Come on my cock. I want to feel you.”
He’s bossy and demanding but has the key to my arousal because I do. And it’s painfully good, like the tingle of ice cream across sensitive teeth before it settles against tastebuds. I gasp and he grips my hair, yanking my head back so he can twist my face to his. He kisses me while my body pulses around him, and when he’s about to let go, he holds his forehead against mine, closes his eyes and releases.
And it’s strange, because as I watch him orgasm, I think it’s the most peaceful I’ve ever seen him.
19
CARSON
I’ve made a big mistake. I know as soon as it’s over. I was too much for Allie. I showed her too much.
If I were a sensible man, I would have fucked her like we were making love. Missionary with lots of kisses and caresses. The kind of sex from cheesy romance movies that women love and men don’t really understand. Instead, when she told me she wanted to taste all the flavors, I lost my head.
Who fucks an almost virgin the way I just did?
Who lets all their sick and twisted darkness spill out over the pristine whiteness of an innocent girl?
Me. That’s who.
My dad’s voice rumbles through my mind, a foul and ever-present force. You’re nothing. Just a stupid fucking kid who’ll never make anything of your life.
Well, I have. But even with my success, I can’t seem to shrug off the gloom of his disapproval.
When I open my eyes, Allie is staring at me with her sweet, wide honey gaze that feels as warm as a hug. I blink as my cock begins to slide from inside her.
She told me I’m dark chocolate with strawberry filling. But I just feel dark, like I stole something from her rather than giving. Like I broke something that was perfect.