Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
His free hand rises to my face, and his thumb swipes across my lip, pushing in the remaining cum and pressing down on my tongue until I suck it off. The most delectable groan rumbles from deep within his chest.
His hand clenches around my throat, and I hold my breath as he lifts me from the ground with ease.
I claw at his fingers, my pupils dilating as I struggle to even breathe.
Is this the end? Did I misjudge the situation?
“I gave you what you wanted,” I mutter with exasperation. “Don’t kill me.”
“Kill you?” His brow rises, and his fingers stop digging into my skin, allowing me to gulp in some much-needed oxygen.
He pushes me against the wall and leans in, whispering into my ear, “I could never kill the girl I desire.”
CHAPTER 17
Beast
The second she went down on her knees, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist.
And now look at the mess I made.
Keeping her pinned to the wall, I lean in and press my lips to hers, tasting my own seed on her lips, and I don’t give a fuck. All I want is for her to know just how much I want her … how much I need her to be mine.
I groan against her lips, biting and tugging on the bottom one, then mutter, “Delicious.”
With her eyes closed and that pink flush on her face, she looks just like a doll I ravaged. But I need her to know I don’t want to break what’s left of this beautiful doll.
I want her to feel what I’ve been feeling since I first met her. I want her to feel just as good as I did when her tongue wrapped around my cock. Because when I buried myself inside her throat, it was nothing short of pure ecstasy.
And now it’s her turn.
My hand slowly unravels from around her neck, only to slide down her chest between her tits. With my other hand splayed firmly against the wall behind her, I lean in to look into her eyes as I slowly make my way down her body with the gentlest of touches. Everywhere my hand goes, her body tenses, and her breathing falters, but my eyes never leave hers.
I want her to look at me as I touch every inch of her body and make it mine.
My fingers briefly skim her nipples, and they grow taut almost immediately, making me groan with delight.
“When I touched you, you tried to run,” I say. “Do you hate it?”
Her lips part, but all that comes out is the sound of troubled breaths.
So I slide down underneath her shirt again, creeping up her skin until I reach the roundness of her breasts.
Her breathing picks up. “It makes me feel…”
“Scared?”
She shakes her head.
“Excited?”
The blush on her cheeks only gets redder.
She doesn’t have to say her thoughts out loud for me to know what she’s thinking. I can feel it from the way her body responds to my touch. She craves me. She just doesn’t know what to do with that bottled-up feeling. She fears the unknown.
But I can give her something she’ll recognize.
My hand briefly skims her nipples, and when she sucks in a breath, I pinch it and lean in to press a kiss right below her ear.
She gasps, and it almost turns into a moan right there and then.
So sensitive. Almost like she’s never been touched at all, not anywhere. And it makes me wonder just how sensitive.
I continue toying with her nipple, flicking and tugging it while pressing delicate kisses on and around her neck. Her head tilts backward, and a soft moan escapes her lips, making my cock bob up and down again.
I love the way she sounds and how she writhes against the palm of my hand as I play with her nipple. And when I bring my hand to her other breast, she begins to rub her legs together.
A filthy smirk forms on my lips as I relentlessly play with her, alternating soft kisses with painful tugs until her entire body starts to shake and heat.
“Oh God,” she murmurs. “This feels so …”
“Good?” I fill in.
She simply nods, breathing ragged breaths as I play with her tits underneath the flimsy fabric of the shirt she’s wearing. My shirt. On my girl.
Because she is mine, whether she wants to be or not.
My owner gave her to me, and she is mine to play with as much as I want. And now that she’s finally letting me get close, I’m not going to let this opportunity slide.
I alternate the tugs between her two breasts, pressing wet, succulent kisses near her collarbone and under her ear. I roll her nipple between my fingers and listen to the sound of her breaths, the movements in her chest, the scrunching of her fingers around the fabric of her shirt, and I realize she’s close.