Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Paradox. That’s her.
But she’s my fucking paradox to tame, like trapping a whirlwind.
I smack at her pussy lightly. “Remember who your master is,” I chide lightly, before slipping first one finger and then a second inside her, stretching her, at the same time strumming her clit with my thumb.
That silences her, apart from a series of pleasured moans and squeaks. I finally give in to my own desires and thrust myself up and down the natural channel made by her round ass cheeks.
So fucking beautiful. So fucking hot.
I need more. I need so much more. This is torture, knowing her pussy is so close. But sadism comes with the territory when you’ve been made a monster, so it’s nothing new. And even the barest touch of her soft, perfect skin… She bucks so enthusiastically back against me as I rile her up, closer and closer towards her own orgasm.
Her pitches rise in pitch.
“That’s right. That’s right. Ride my hand. I’m fucking your ass cheeks and it’s so damn hot. You have ass cheeks any man would fucking die for.”
Her cries reach a scream as my words take her over the edge. I lie on top of her so that my cock is sandwiched between our bodies and I fuck her ass cheeks even more fervently. I curve my fingers back in a come-hither gesture, teasing at her g-spot even as my thumb keeps at her clit.
She thrusts back into me like a bucking bronco, a wild animal in the height of her pleasure. I jack my hips forward as my spine lights up, my balls tighten, and—
I cum so fucking hard that I own the entire fucking universe, everything I ever, ever fucking wanted complete in this moment, clutching this beautiful woman to my body and sharing the apex of pleasure with her.
But even as the world blinks back in, I know—this is only the beginning. If it felt that good to cum outside her, what would it be like to be face to face, that pussy that’s clenching like a vice around my fingers sucking the cum from my cock, her lips on my lips, looking into her eyes as we draw the pleasure from each other and share it—
But would we really be sharing it if she doesn’t even know the real me?
Can it ever be anything more than a mirage, like the mask I wear?
I bow my forehead to her spine again, not willing to lose this moment just yet. If I clutch her to me tight enough, she’ll never leave, right?
I release her right then.
Because that’s not a man’s logic, it’s a boy’s. The point of all of this was to make her crave me and be unable to live without me.
So why do I feel like she’s the one who’s mastering me instead?
Twenty
Daphne
I blink my eyes lazily awake. I’m still in the Beast’s arms. He’s running his fingers through my hair. I lick my lips. I couldn’t have been asleep more than half an hour.
We have a habit of falling asleep like this for naps in the afternoon. In front of the fire, me curled into his big, warm body. Usually after some sort of festivity that leaves me naked, and him still clothed, like always. But both of us well-sated.
I don’t move even though I’m awake, wanting to hold onto the moment for a little while longer. Today over lunch, he stripped me and set me on the table, feasting on me instead of lunch before our afternoon nap. Gods, he makes my body absolutely electric, and after I cum, I turn into a limp rag, liquid in his arms, and become quickly sleepy. I’d always heard it was guys who fall asleep after sex but I swear I’ve never found a more effective sleep aid.
The last few days have been…indescribable. When I’m with him, everything else disappears. Our ‘date’ last night was so sweet, him teaching me how to bowl. Then it turned so hot, feeling him skin to skin against me.
I’ve never in my whole life let go like this. Taken a time out from the world and…and…done, well, anything like this. I mean, I never even took vacation days! And now to hide up here like at a spa—the Beast certainly likes giving me hot baths often enough—and to experience so much pleasure…
My cheeks spike with heat just thinking about all the things we’ve done together. Which reminds me of the one big thing we haven’t done.
I’m still a virgin.
He holds back. For some reason I can’t understand and he won’t explain. Then again, he’s not big on explanations, is he?
Whenever I do stop and think about it, I start freaking out a little—he seems to know everything about me, but what do I know about him? I want to know everything. I want to understand. I want to feel like he’s in this as deep as I am.