Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
She wriggled in his hold, and he loved having the power over her. The dominance. Reaching for her shirt, he pulled it over her head, and she gasped as he cupped her tits. The bra she wore was so sheer there was nothing to stop his touch.
Fingering her nipples, he pulled the fabric cups back so he could touch her without anything between them. Working them into hard points, he kissed her neck, biting down, and she stopped trying to get away from him.
Leaving one of her tits, he worked his hand down, sliding beneath the band of her jeans to cup her wet pussy.
Slipping beneath her panties, he teased her folds, stroking her clit. She’d still be sore, but he would make sure she was dripping before he plunged inside her. He caressed down, teasing her entrance, pushing a single finger inside her cunt before moving up, teasing over her clit, then back down again, working her body.
Her protests changed to sounds of pleasure.
Releasing her tit, he worked open his pants and pushed down her jeans. He tore her panties away and spread the cheeks of her ass.
“I hate you,” she said.
“You may hate me.” He aligned the tip of his cock to her entrance, and this time, he moved in slowly, relishing every single inch as she took him.
He closed his eyes, marveling at the tightness of her heat surrounding him. She was sheer perfection, no point in denying it, and he loved the way she squeezed his dick.
Working her clit, he began to rock back and forth inside her, watching his length. He saw the evidence of her own arousal and smirked. “Your body says a whole other thing. I don’t mind you hating me, just so long as you know how good it looks on my dick.” He pinched her clit and slammed inside her, building his tempo as he got her body to the peak. He knew what he was doing and how her body changed when she was close.
He didn’t let her go over the edge, keeping her poised there, desperate, hungry.
Only when he made sure she knew he was in charge did he let her go into bliss. Before she had even finished, he grabbed her hips tightly, slamming every single inch of himself within her, over and over again until he came, filling her once again with his cum. All of his life he’d been using condoms, but to feel her tightness, slick, and wrapped around him, it was the best freaking feeling in the world.
He closed his eyes as the pleasure began to ebb away.
Stroking the curve of her back, he pulled out of her, and watched as some of his cum spilled out of her pussy.
She quickly stood, pulling up her jeans, which he’d pushed around her knees.
Her face was red, and he’d embarrassed her. He didn’t care. She needed to know who she belonged to, and who was taking care of her.
She tried to brush past him without looking at him.
He grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving. Tilting her head back, he forced her to look at him, and he saw the tears in her eyes.
“You can be sad about what happened here, or accept it. Don’t for a second call this rape.”
“I know it wasn’t.”
“And why wasn’t it?” he asked, wanting her to admit the truth.
“Leave me alone, Marcus.”
“Not going to happen. You see, you think you’re some kind of victim, and I guess in a way, you are a little bit, but so am I.”
She scoffed. “You’re the victim?”
“I didn’t want to marry you either. I had other plans, and there were a lot more women out there I could have been with. Believe me, you’re not who I intended to be with. Now, get upstairs, and be ready for me. You and I, we’ve got a job to do, and we’re going to get it done.” He slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any protest from her. “Unless you want me to fuck you in every single room of the house and have the guards watch so they can report back to the family I’m doing my job.”
“I hate you.”
“I know, sweetheart, but we’ve got to do what we’ve got to do.”
He put his cock back in his pants and slapped her ass as she walked on by. She was nearly out of the room when he caught her hand. “And why isn’t it rape?” he asked, letting her know he hadn’t forgotten.
“Because I wanted it, that’s why.” She pulled out of his hold, and he smiled at her.
“As you’re hating me and thinking of a way to kill me, remember that tiny little detail for yourself. Believe me, you’re going to need it.”
She slammed the door closed behind her, but he let her have that one. There was no point in winning the petty arguments. She already knew who was boss.