Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she pants again.
I lick at her core slowly. Her hips rise and fall, letting her know I own all her passion, that tonight I control her. She is the instrument I’ve chosen, and I am going to play her like a master. “Good girl. Show me how badly you want my cock buried in your slick little cunt.” I chuckle into her cunt as I continue lapping at her, making sure my tongue pays attention to her sensitive clit. “Dirty talk makes you so wet. Such a dirty girl.”
“Yes. Call me a whore. Use me.”
I lift off her and unbuckle my pants, leaving my shirt on, not prepared to show her what’s underneath. “Oh, I plan to Princess. I’m gonna make a good girl dirty.”
My cock jerks free as I line up with her entrance. Her eyes go wide before she winces as I ram myself deep into her warmth, breaking the barrier in one thrust. Nothing sweet about it, nothing romantic. I feel like an asshole until I glance down and see the pleasure flicker in her dark eyes and the way she nips at her bottom lip.
“Told you, I don’t do gentle,” I grunt. “I don’t care that you’re a virgin. I’m gonna fuck you raw, and you’re gonna beg for me.”
Her arms and legs wrap around me, welcoming the intrusion. She claws her way under my shirt, and I let her. The sharp scrapes of her nails against my back, breaking the skin. Maybe it’s her way of getting revenge. My cock twitches in her hot cunt.
“Yes, princess, let me feel your pain.” Her teeth clamp on to me and puncture my skin, encouraging me to keep going. I thrust mercilessly into her, desperate for my release. A wild animal unleashed with no way of being contained. My hand drops to her clit, and she whimpers on my shoulder. “You like being my slut?”
“Yes.”
“You’re being such a good girl, taking me all in. Your pussy is so tight, baby. Do you feel you’re worth something now that you have my big cock stuffed in your tight little cunt?”
“Yes,” she screams. My hands grip on to her ass as my fingers dig into the ample flesh before I latch on her nipple and bite.
“Jesus, yes.”
I lick at her nipple. “Jesus could never make you feel this good. You’re fuckin’ the devil.”
Her teeth dig into my shoulder. She breaks skin and then laps at the spot, tasting my blood and desire. Her body arches, moving us both off the bed as if she is a demon possessed. Arms start dropping, losing control. She pants into me, hips rising in the air, her moans needy and wanton. She wraps her legs tightly around me, her feet pushing up against my ass, trying to force me to go deeper, until she screams her orgasm so loud that I’m grateful for the soundproof room in the club.
Slowing my pace, I glance down at her and do something that shocks me for the second time that night. I kiss her. She tastes just as sweet the second time. I get more and more addicted to the taste of her lips. “I’m going to pull out now. You’ve been a very good girl. I’m proud of how well you took my cock. I’m going to give you a reward.”
“Please.”
Pulling out slowly, my gaze locks on her as my hand pumps my slick dick that’s coated in her come. I crawl up on the bed, getting harder as I watch her eyes go wide. Fear flickers in her irises. Her mask may hide half her face, but it can’t hide how expressive those irises are. “Shh,” I whisper. “I’m not gonna hurt you, princess. I’m going to mark you. I’m going to sully your pretty little face with my come, so when you leave this room, every fucker in this place and beyond will know you’re mine. That I own you.”
My cock’s aimed at her face, her hair fisted tightly in my hands. I yank her head back and pump my dick a few times before a desperate groan escapes my lips. Ropes of come cascade onto her pretty face. “Now you don’t look like a princess anymore, but my personal pretty little whore.” I bend down, kissing the top of her head. “You did good, baby. I’m very proud of you.” Shifting, I lie down beside her and pull her into my arms before covering us with the blanket. She sighs into my chest as I kiss the top of her head. “You alright?”
“Yes. Perfect, actually,” she says as she nestles into my arms, and then we drift off to sleep.
When I wake up, I’m in the room alone, the princess gone, and I feel an ache start in my chest that I haven’t known in over a decade.