Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 88807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Taking her into my mouth, I suck on her, then flick my tongue over her clit. Taking my time, I keep my rhythm steady. I watch her through my lashes, hoping and wanting her to wake up to fuck my face.
“Fanculo,” I groan under my breath. Fuck. My topolina is so fucking sweet and perfect for me. She was worth the wait, worth me disobeying my father, worth me saving her—worth me breaking her.
When I dip my tongue into her channel, her sex squeezes me. A primal growl escapes me, and I lap her up, sucking her entire pussy into my mouth. Even asleep, her body bends for me, her pussy hungry for me.
“Mm,” a soft moan slips past her mouth, but it’s as if it hasn’t quite registered what’s happening yet.
It’s when I slip my finger into her cunt that draws her awake. Her back arches, lifting off the mattress with her mouth agape.
“O-oh. Mm, Chris—”
I hook my finger, grazing it along her G-spot, essentially cutting her short and pulling a louder cry from her.
“Yes. God, that feels so good.”
I crawl up on my knees but don’t stop hitting her spot. Siân hasn’t even opened her eyes yet, but she opens her body. Back arched, legs wide, and fist twisted in the sheets, she grinds against my hand.
By now, my cock is rock hard, begging to be inside her. I settle up to her, and she simultaneously drapes her things over mine.
“Open your eyes, topolina. I want to watch your face as you come.”
She follows my command, locking eyes with me, and I swear I almost lose my shift. I fist my cock, tugging my length as Siân continues to fuck my hand. Unexpectantly, she twists herself into an awkward angle, one that allows her access to my dick.
Siân swaps my hand away, replacing it with her own. I stare down at our connection, nearly coming undone at the sight of her tiny hand around my fat cock. And she does it so well, just as good as when she sucked me last night.
It’s not lost on me that she’s different and that when I’m not forcing her, she thrives. But it was my coercion that got her here. Before, she never would have spontaneously taken me into her mouth, not without a little coaxing. And now, she’s taking charge of my orgasm the way I have hers all this time.
And I love every fucking bit of it. I can see the shell breaking whether she’s ready or not. Whether she wants to or not. But it’s true. This moment right here is evidence of that. Just a few days ago, she cried when I touched her, and now—look at her.
“You were made for me,” I say around a moan as I pump my hips, allowing her to palm fuck me. “I can’t wait till you're mine wholly. Then I’ll get to dirty every inch of your gorgeous frame again and again.”
I pick up speed, flicking my wrist in tune with her strokes on my dick and together, we revel in it. She fucks me while I fuck her, and it’s amazing, euphoric.
“What do you want, beautiful?”
Siân stares at me, barely able to speak. Once she catches her breath, she says, “Fuck me. Make me come on your cock.”
“Gahh.” Shaking my head, I keep fingering her, and she doesn’t stop pleasing me either. I love it when she owns what she wants.
“Please, Christian.”
I stretch my hand so that I can play with her clit with my thumb and finger her slit at the same time. And she goes wild. Her breathes quicken, her hips move faster, and the hold she has on my dick tightens. That only brings me closer to finishing.
“Never beg.” I move my hand along her slippery pussy at a rapid speed. “Do you hear me. You’re a queen. My queen, and you never beg. You state what you want, and you take it if you have to. Understand?”
She nods with her face contorted in ecstasy.
“Fuck me.” She huffs. “Now.”
My dick pulses, and pressure builds in my balls. I’m going to come, and I want to be inside her when I do. But I won’t fuck her, not fully. No, I'll save that for the wedding night. However, I will let her come on my dick.
I get my rhythm, and when I’m certain she’s close, I slap her hand away, fist the base of my shaft, and slide inside. She’s warm. She’s tight. She’s home. It only takes two, maybe three thrusts before we’re both screaming each other’s name, and I fill her cunt with my come.
Maybe this will be the time I plant my seed.
Sated and spent, we stay like this for a moment until my member goes soft inside her. And when I do move, I pat her on the thigh.