Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 119935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
“Keep going, baby. Tell me what I said next…”
“You’d tell me since I came there for some dick, I wasn’t leaving without it!”
She swallowed hard as feelings of lust, shame and guilt merged. She was revealing her truth. A desire to be ravished by him and him alone. She’d thought about this shit so much, it drove her crazy. It didn’t seem normal, it didn’t seem right, but she couldn’t help herself. She craved it. She always came the hardest when Jack was rough with her in bed. He’d awakened something in her. Something dark and lovely. Something broken and fractured, yet amorous and natural in some twisted, beautiful way…
Slipping her finger inside herself, she thrust in the perfect rhythm, her breathing growing uneven and jerky.
“…And then what do I do to you, baby?”
“You kick my clothes aside… and you look angry… and you… you snatch your zipper down and pull your big, fat, long dick out. It’s huge… and hard… and the tip is wet… You slam me against the front door, and you shove me against the wall…”
She could hear him panting, his sounds turning her on even more. She chanced a glance and saw his eyes closed, a look of concentration as he jerked the hell out of his love muscle.
“Go on, baby. Don’t stop,” he urged.
“…You grab my neck… start sucking on my breasts, kissing me hard, all over my body. Handling me rough. I tell you to stop, but it just turns you on more… You reach between my legs and I’m pouring wet! Ahhh… God…”
She took a deep breath, then continued. “You tell me I’m a liar, that I want you… that my pussy is wet, and it’s ready for you to tear it apart… You… you let me go, and I foolishly think I’m free. I try to run, but you grab me, slam me over your shoulder and carry me away deeper into your house. I’m screaming, and you put me on the bearskin rug in front of that fireplace in your living room… Jack… Oh, God…”
She began gyrating and writhing as she fucked herself. “You go down on me… I try to pull your hair and move you, but I can’t! Your beard is soaking up my juices… your mouth is hot and I’m cursing you out… you tell me I taste so good… so good! You tell me you’re going to make me cum, whether I like it or not. I scream as you plunge your tongue deep in my pussy!”
“Mmmm! Baby… yes…”
“You eat my pussy like Diesel eats his food… Like it’s your last meal. You’re an animal… shaking your head back and forth, rubbing your lips all over my slippery wet slit… You stick your fingers in me and go for my G-Spot… you’re sucking my clit as you do it, and I gush in your mouth!”
“I can taste you, baby. You’re so sweet…”
“As I’m climaxing, and yelling, hitting you… you put your hand over my mouth to silence me, then yank me up by my hair. You shove your big dick in my mouth and I gag on that monster between your legs! Oh, shit! You say, “Suck it!” I suck it as you force my head down as far as it will go, over and over; then, when I think I’m about to pass out, you shove me back down on the rug.”
“Then what do I do to you, baby?”
“You shove that long cock of yours in my pussy! You do it real hard and rough! No mercy!”
“Yes, baby. I’m balls deep in that tight, wet ass pussy…”
“And you keep slamming into me as I hit your chest. Beating it hard. You’re too strong. I can’t… I can’t stop you! You fill me up with that giant dick… and it hurts and feels good at the same time. Your dick is so big that it’s stretching my pussy open… and you’re fucking me too hard… and that turns me on even more! You… you tell me you’re going to cum in me, and I say no!”
“And then I tell you how much I’ve wanted a woman like you… to possess and protect your mind, body, and soul. How when I saw you at Gus’s the first time, I imagined kissing you. How when I carried you into the restaurant after you were attacked, I wanted you to get to know you because… you looked like the woman of my dreams… So, don’t be mad at me baby in your fantasy… I couldn’t help it. I had to have you…”
She swallowed hard, trying to keep it together. His words were not a fantasy, but the honest truth, and his message was deep. Layered. In his own way, he said, ‘This is your fantasy, and I’m down with whatever turns you on, Kim, but I’d never hurt you in real life, baby. Never in a million years…’