Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
The damn drugs are pushing on my senses again, and all I can think about is wrapping my lips around him. He’d fuck my face hard, brutally, until I was choking and crying. He’d have no remorse, and fuck me, I’d love every second.
“What put that look on your face?”
I jerk my hand off his dick and watch it bob against his belly once. Not taking my eyes off it, I answer him. “I was thinking about how good it would feel for you to fuck my face so hard that I’m crying and choking. I want to feel your hot cum in the back of my throat.” I let my eyes drift closed, imagining it as everything in my coils up for the thing it’s craving.
“Get on the bed,” he says, his voice dark.
I snatch up the dildo and glare his way. “Do you mind giving me a little privacy?”
His snort calls me an idiot. “Malyshka, this is my room, and that is my dick you are holding in your hand. My dick you’re going to slide into your tight cunt. And I’m going to watch every second of it.”
His words push urgency into my blood. Dammit. I need this so badly I can’t even think straight. There are a thousand reasons this is such a bad idea, but the thought of being stuck this way, with no true release, for who knows how long, seems unfathomable.
I hate that I’ve been reduced to this. Every single time. My family, now this asshole. Not one person in the world wouldn’t throw me under the bus to get what they want. And most of the time, I end up paying the price. I refuse to look at him while I climb up on the bed.
For my job, I’d make a show of it. Give him what he paid for. But this man gets none of my finesse and none of the skill I’ve perfected. I roll and lie flat to stare up at the ceiling. At least he’s out of my line of sight, and I won’t have to see his smug face as I use his dildo to relieve the ache inside me.
Dammit. I hate this so much.
I ease the head of the fake dick through my folds, letting it get nice and slick. I hadn’t lied when I’d suggested the dildo is big. It’s going to stretch me. It doesn’t matter, though, because I love a little bite of pain mixed with my pleasure. The stretch will make it worth the humiliation.
He steps to the side of the bed, staring directly down at me. “What are you waiting for?” His voice is like a whip crack against my skin. Stinging and hot. Dammit.
I tug the end of the dildo down and slip the broad crown around my entrance. It feels so good. Not as good as a living, breathing man between my thighs, but if this is all I’ll get, I’ll take it.
I squeeze my eyes closed again so I don’t have to see him, except I picture his face in my mind. His face hovering over mine to stare into my eyes while he fucks me. He watched my every reaction with each surge into my body, knowing exactly how I like to be fucked.
The rustle of the covers makes me think he’s pacing beside the bed. His muscles flex and creek like he’s straining them. But I won’t look. The image of him in my imagination is better than the real-life man standing beside me. At least far more considerate under the circumstances.
“Faster,” he grits out, his tone gravel and guttural. The deep bass adds fuel to my fantasy, making me arch my hips up to meet the wide slide of the dildo into my body. My pussy embraces the sharp pain and the silky pleasure at the same time.
I don’t bother stopping the moan that slips out.
A weight settles on the bed next to my thighs, and I freeze. Still keeping my eyes closed. The air stirs above my body, making my nipples pebble against the chill in the room. Is he going to touch me? Should I let him? Will he even give me a choice?
I focus on keeping my back flat on the bed. I still won’t beg him. Not for anything. Not for something he already clearly refuses to give me.
When he doesn’t do anything, I shake off the sensation of his hip against my thigh and slip the dildo deeper inside me. The silicone balls attached mash against the wetness of my body, but I don’t care. I finally have something inside me, and holy hell, it feels so good I give myself over to the fantasy.
In my imagination, Ivan curls his hand around my throat and pins me to the bed while he slides himself into me. It’s slow, unhurried like he has all night to fuck me. He never cuts off my air supply, but the heavy weight of his hand in my mind gives me a sense of comfort I’ve never known.