Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
He went deeper, and I fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. I shifted my hips, trying to accommodate the size of him. “Let’s do it like this.” He withdrew and lowered my legs, spreading them apart so that they were on both of his shoulders. He slowly pushed himself into me once more. I moaned as I felt the unyielding force of him burrowing deeper.
“Ky…just do it,” I breathed, wanting him all the way inside me.
“Can you handle that, Sunshine?”
I slid my hands up to his shoulders. “Don’t give me a choice.”
He grinned; his eyes bright with challenge. I cried out as he buried the full length of his cock inside me. The base of his piercings rubbed against my sensitive clit. Tears were now flowing freely down my cheeks, but I needed this.
"You're so beautiful.” He bent his head and licked them away, and then held my gaze as he continued to thrust, each stroke deeper than the last. The pain was subsiding, replaced by a burning desire that coursed through my veins. He turned his head and kissed my thigh, his tongue tracing along my skin, his cock gliding in and out of me with delicious friction, slick from blood and arousal.
“More,” I begged, my voice faltering.
He complied without hesitation, increasing the pace and intensity of his thrusts. "You like that, don't you?"
“Yes," I panted, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “It feels... incredible."
His chest brushed against mine, my knees nearly beside my head. My body rocked with each powerful thrust. His cock felt as though it were growing even larger, stretching me wider. I could feel every ridge of the piercings as he moved inside me. I arched my back and met his rhythm, needing him to take me harder, faster, deeper. I no longer cared about the pain, only about the raw, primal sensation of being taken by this beautifully dominating man.
I barely recognized the sounds coming from my mouth anymore – wild, guttural cries that reverberated throughout the room. His lips crashed onto mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue penetrating my mouth with the same ferocity as his cock claimed my body.
"Don't you dare stop," I begged through gasps and cries, desperate for more.
He lowered my legs to his forearms and picked up the pace, his movements rougher, his body slamming against mine. I cried out from both pain and pleasure, stretched to my limits, but I wanted more. I needed more. The desire overwhelmed any discomfort. I craved his roughness. He must have sensed it, or rather he knew how to give me what I needed. He eased one of my legs down, maintaining his grip on the other and lifting it back over his shoulder.
At the same time, he placed a hand around my neck, exerting pressure. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deeper. My heart pounded in my ears; my thoughts lost in a carnal haze of our lust. He continued, his rhythm unwavering, his gaze locked onto mine, a possessive glint in his eyes that had my pussy growing slicker.
“I need to fuck her harder,” he ground out, almost as if talking to himself.
“She needs to feel every inch of me," he growled through gritted teeth.
I realized he was talking to a voice inside his head and something about that had me pleading for him to do it. He lowered my leg and pulled out, his voice rough as he commanded, "Turn over."
Without hesitation, I complied, my body shaking.
“Face down, ass up, Sunshine.”
I did as I was told, my chest flat against the mattress, my hips high. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it beneath my chest, elevating my hips even more. The anticipation was killing me, and I moaned softly. I felt him position himself at my entrance and his warm breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you ready for me, Sunshine?"
I nodded, bracing myself. His cock slid inside me, slowly at first, but then he thrust hard, burying himself.
I moaned, my body arching, the sensation of fullness overwhelming me.
“Ky,” I whimpered, “Oh, my god.”
"Not god," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I'll have you begging to worship me." His thrusts were relentless, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. My breath caught in my throat as he pounded into me, filling me to the brim.
"Ky," I moaned, my voice strained and desperate, "Oh, fuck."
His response was a low, rumbling laugh, his pace never wavering. "Say my name," he commanded, his voice low and husky.
I struggled to find my voice, my senses reeling with the sensation of him filling me. Finally, I managed to choke out his name, "Kyrous."
"That's right, who do you belong to, Sunshine?"
"You," I panted, my voice barely audible. "I belong to you."