Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
I couldn’t speak, could only breathe through my nose. The pressure was so intense, my eyes burned with unshed tears. I had trouble forcing air into my lungs.
“This position gives you the chance to turn your face away and pretend I’m someone else taking your pussy for the first time. Someone sweet, and nice. A kind boy.”
I closed my eyes, but I didn’t want to imagine anyone else. Lorcan Devaney, despite his monstrosity, set my body aflame. That didn’t mean I didn’t hate him, because right in this moment, I was sure Lorcan would quickly teach me real hatred.
“I hope you’re ready because I’m going to fuck you now.” His chest pressed into my back, bracing himself on his forearms to either side of me and forcing his cock inside even deeper, which had seemed impossible.
I shuddered and closed my eyes. Maybe Lorcan hoped I’d ask him to be gentle or maybe even to stop, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of doing me a favor, of having that power over me. I could take whatever he had in store for me.
His breath fanned over my neck as he began to slide out of me excruciatingly slowly, only to claim my body again. His strokes were slow and hard, filling me so deeply I felt a strange connection to Lorcan that I despised wholeheartedly. The bed shook under Lorcan’s thrusts, which became faster, and soon the pain dulled, but I was still far from release.
“Look at me,” he growled.
“I thought this position allowed me to pretend you’re someone else,” I gritted out.
Lorcan closed his fingers around my throat as his lips pressed to my ear. “Look at me, Aislinn.”
I twisted my neck until my eyes met his. He thrust faster into me, his hand still around my throat as his face contorted with lust and concentration. “Your pussy takes my cock so well,” Lorcan rasped. “Such a good girl.” My mind revolted against the praise, but my body actually flushed with excitement.
“Fuck, this is paradise,” Lorcan said as his eyes closed with utter pleasure. The ache intensified as he exploded inside of me. His face pressed against my hair. Then he bit the crook of my neck, making me gasp and clench around him.
“Mmmn,” he hummed, his voice almost drowsy with pleasure. He remained on top of me, but his weight wasn’t crushing since he used his legs and arms to brace himself. I could feel his cock pulsating inside of me as he breathed heavily into my neck.
Behind the intense soreness, I could detect a subtle desire for more. His fingers stroked my throat. “You did good.” Finally, he pushed off me and pulled out. I winced, half mourning, half relishing the sudden emptiness.
Lorcan pulled off the condom tinged pink with my blood, and discarded it in a bin at the corner of the room before he returned naked, his chest glistening with sweat. His eyes roamed over my body. I hadn’t bothered moving. I felt too exhausted, mentally and physically. Without a word, Lorcan climbed back on the bed, gripped my thighs, and pushed them apart widely. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, wondering what else he had in store for me. Maybe another round? My body didn’t feel remotely ready to be taken again, but I didn’t say anything.
My heart pounded madly in my chest, my body thrumming with the remnants of one the most intense orgasms of my life. Part of it was because I hadn’t been with a woman in almost six months but the other part was all Aislinn. Even now, seeing her pale ass propped up on the pillow, her back and ass cheeks rubbed red from my fucking, I could feel blood already returning to my cock again. My lust was so intense, I could probably have managed several rounds without a break.
I gripped her ass, massaging the smooth globes before I pushed them apart. The signs of claiming her were still apparent. Aislinn tried to close her legs, but I stopped her. “Did I say I was done with you?”
“We consummated our marriage,” she said.
“It’s not just about the formal consummation. It’s about lust.”
“Yours or mine?” Her voice was half muffled by the cushion where she’d buried her face.
I massaged her ass. Aislinn Devaney. My wife.
It would take time getting used to it. I’d always had a specific idea of marriage and how I’d meet my wife. Aislinn stumbled into my life. Nothing about our bond matched my expectations—yet. But I could set an example by acting like a considerate husband, even if my cock had other plans. I pressed a kiss to her sore flesh. It was meant to be a soothing kiss, a sort of farewell for the night so her sweet pussy could recover from the assault of my cock and be ready to welcome it again in the morning. But my tongue had other plans and had to risk another taste of Aislinn. She gasped into the pillow when I licked over her slit, but she didn’t protest. My thumb began to rub her clit while my tongue soothed her sore opening. Soon, she relaxed. I took my time and got more comfortable, bracing my forearms on the mattress. Aislinn moaned when the tip of my tongue teased her clit alongside my thumb. I barely resisted the urge to discover her sweet ass. Eventually the pain was forgotten and Aislinn rocked back against my tongue, driving it deeper into her pussy as I rubbed her clit. “Close,” I rumbled, and as if on cue, Aislinn jerked her pussy against my face, crying out as her walls constricted around my tongue. When I pulled back and wiped my face, I smirked. Aislinn rolled over on her back, her entire body flushed and her red strands sticking to her sweaty face.