Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
He doesn’t wait for me to adjust, pulling his length out only a little before plunging in even deeper than before. His thrusts are fast and hard, and his fingers dig into my scalp, where he holds me in place.
He fucks my face mercilessly until all I can do is fight to keep from gagging every time he hits the back of my throat. There is nothing in the world but the taste of him, the smell of him, and the sound of his grunts every time he goes deep enough to crush my nose against his base. The feel of his hand in my hair, tugging, gripping me tight. Controlling me. Oh god, I love it.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he pants. “All mine to use. Whatever I want to do. You can’t stop me.” I moan out my agreement, my approval, which only makes him use me harder. I’m close to choking on him before he withdraws and rubs his slick head around my mouth while I gag and cough.
He leaves me alone for a moment, and I try to listen for any movement, but the blood rushing in my ears drowns him out. That makes the shock of an ice cube against my pussy that much more intense. “Quinton!” I shriek, fighting to wriggle away, but there’s no moving, thanks to the way he tied me.
“I thought this hot pussy could use a little cooling off.” He laughs at my agony, at the way I whimper and strain. The sensations are incredible and only get better when he replaces the ice with his tongue, heating what he just cooled off. I try to jerk my hips and encourage him, but he uses the ice again. “You don’t get to do that. You come when I say you can. Understood?”
“Yes!” I sob, which makes him laugh again before he inserts what’s left of the ice cube deep inside me and uses his fingers to keep it in there. My sob turns to a scream, and my body stiffens, but I’m not coming, not yet. More like standing on the edge of the precipice, every nerve singing, my pussy quivering as the torture goes on and on before the ice finally melts.
The next thing I know, I feel his mouth on me, sucking the moisture from me, licking me clean. “I want to come…” I whine. “Please, can I come?”
“Not yet.” I don’t know if I love him or hate him now. Both, maybe. I can’t think too clearly now.
“What else can I do to you?” he murmurs while running his hands along my inner thighs. My frustrated tears soak into my blindfold, but oh, it feels so good. My body’s on fire. It’s never been this intense.
I’m almost disappointed when he frees my ankles—but he doesn’t untie the restraints from around them. Instead, he lifts my leg and ties the long restraint to the bedpost over my right shoulder. He then does the same to the left. Now I’m spread wide open with my legs in a V-shape, completely exposed.
He wastes no time taking advantage. The mattress shifts when he climbs up, and soon his thighs hit my ass. It’s the sweetest relief when he slides inside me, joining us. “Yes, yes, that’s good,” I whimper, hanging on the edge between pain and pleasure as he uses my body, leaning against me and pressing my knees into my shoulders.
“Mine.” He slams into me, pulling a strangled cry from my throat. “Mine.”
“Yes!” It’s building, the tension and delicious heat. “Yes!”
“And when you come, it’s because I made it happen.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Do you want to come now?” He pulls back and practically breaks me in half when he slams deep and hard, driving me into the mattress. “Are you close?”
“Yes, oh god, please!” His dark, breathless laughter is all I hear beyond my desperate cries. “Please, please!”
“You’ve been a good girl,” he decides before driving into me again and again, losing his rhythm in favor of flat-out rutting. “You can come now. Come on my cock, Aspen. Be a good girl.”
It’s like magic, the way my body reacts to his words. Enough to push me the extra bit I need to send me over the edge. He covers my mouth with his hand in time to muffle the screams I can’t hold back, screams of surprise at the intensity and relief as bliss radiates through me like ripples on water.
He pulls out all at once and grunts before his hot cum splashes over my chest. “You look so pretty covered in my cum,” he mutters as one spurt after another hits my skin. I can only offer a vague, exhausted smile.
He’s smiling, too, when he slides the blindfold away from my eyes. “You are a living, breathing fantasy.” He strokes my cheek gently, lovingly. “Nothing in the world is better than watching you fall apart because of what I’m doing to you.”