Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Flip.” He smacked the outside of my thigh. “I want you on all fours.”
I was slow to get up, my arms shaky from the ordeal. His hand came down on my thigh, another hard slap. I moved faster, getting on my hands and knees and looking over my shoulder. His smoldering eyes drank me in as he positioned himself between my legs. In a blink, he wrapped a hand around my hair and pulled it as he thrust inside in one go. He was so big and so deep that it felt like he was hitting my organs. He paused, his hand loosening on my hair as he let out a string of curses. He felt incredible despite his roughness, or maybe because of it. It was animalistic, raw, and completely different from how he’d been the other times. I welcomed it, pushing myself toward him and meeting his thrusts. My scalp burned at his tight grip on my hair. With his other hand, he slapped my ass as he began to move faster. With his hold on my hair, he pulled me toward him until my back was almost to his chest and slowed down his stroke.
“See what you signed up for, Principessa?” he asked harshly. “Do you still think this was a good idea?”
“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely. “Please don’t stop.”
A rumbled sound vibrated through him as he let go of my hair. He didn't let me adjust as I fell onto my hands; his hand came around and started rubbing my clit. My knees started to shake, and I was on the brink of another orgasm. He stopped rubbing abruptly, taking his hand away and slapping my ass hard. I screwed my eyes shut, my lower lip wobbling at the loss of contact. I suddenly hated that I couldn’t scream for him to put it back where it had been.
“Do not come,” he said roughly against my ear. “Don’t you dare fucking come before I tell you.”
I took a shaky breath and nodded, though I wasn’t sure I could keep that promise. I kept my eyes closed to concentrate on holding back when I felt a wet finger brush against my other hole. I stilled, my entire body clenching in refusal as he moved it in circles, pushing it in slowly as he continued to fuck me in slow strokes. I whimpered.
“Relax for me, baby,” he coaxed softly in my ear. My body obliged immediately, my muscles letting go of the tension wrapped around them. He groaned as if this pleased him. “Yes. Just like that. Good girl.”
I felt myself grow wetter. It was a Pavlovian experiment, and my body was conditioned to react to his words. With his other hand, he rubbed my clit, then stopped and, on a harsh breath, instructed me to do it. A shot of pleasure coursed through me. It was too much. Every part of me was full, alive, and on edge. He moved the finger he had in my hole to the rhythm that he was fucking me as I continued to rub myself. My body began to clench tight, and I knew that no amount of instruction would keep me from exploding. He took his finger out of my ass and leaned forward.
“Keep rubbing your clit while I fuck your pussy,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m going to put my finger in your ass again.” He touched that hole. I clenched again, unwillingly. “And you’re going to fucking come for me without making a sound. Can you do that for me? Can you keep quiet?”
“I d-d-don’t know,” I said shakily, louder than I should have.
He bit my shoulder. “You can, baby.”
I nodded, new tears forming. It was too much. He stuck his finger back in and started to fuck me harder, faster. What he was doing was already too much, creating a path of pleasure that began in my toes and made its way to my spine, my core. I stopped touching myself.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” he growled in my ear. I whimpered. He changed his position slightly, moving his body lower, and rolled his hips once, twice, applying pressure with his finger, and I was gone.
My body took flight. All I could do was feel. I’d never done drugs, but this must have been what people who did them were chasing, this high that took away all thoughts. I was unsure how long I’d been floating outside my body. When I opened my heavy eyelids, Rocco was in the bathroom washing his hands, and I was completely clean between my legs. He switched off the faucet, dried his hands, and grabbed a bottle from under the sink. I fell back onto the mattress, closing my eyes again. He moved me and got in bed next to me, propping himself up on one elbow while his hand traveled between my legs. I closed them tight in protest.