Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
My chest is heavy and I want to urge him to move his hands up, move them to my heaving breasts but I resist. "I... I..." I should tell him to go screw himself, that he doesn't need me to act out his depraved fantasy but I'm squirming for relief.
"Tell me, Emma."
"I used a toy on myself. A vibrator. I would put it between my legs and pretend it was you," I confess to him. My chest feels oddly lighter as the words come tumbling from my lips.
"Would you moan for me? Call out for me to replace the pathetic replacement you picked out?" he whispers into my ear. A moan falls from my lips as I nod my head.
"Oh Emma, you were a very bad girl. From now on, when you need me, you come find me. A toy isn't going to be able to fulfill you the way that my cock is," he tells me. He squeezes my hip before letting go. I whine pathetically before I'm able to stop myself.
He walks in front of me, taking my jaw into his hand and turning my face up to meet his. "Time for you to pay your penance. Since you used a toy to replace me, I'm going to use you like a toy. Open this pretty mouth baby, I'm going to fuck this mouth of yours."
He slips his thumb between my lips, using it to pull my mouth open for him. He groans when I look up at him. The bench is too high for him to use my mouth how he wants to like this so I drop down onto my knees. I don't need to tell him that I've never done this before, that I've never let a man fuck my mouth, he already knows. He savors each first that he takes from me.
"So perfect like this. You were made to be on your knees, baby," he whispers his words of praise while he undoes his belt and unzips his slacks. He shoves them down, just low enough to let his cock out. The fact that he remains mostly dressed makes this feel dirtier. More depraved.
Just like the first time.
The thick head of his cock presses against my lower lip, forcing my jaw lower as he slides into me. He doesn't take it easy on me, this is my penance after all. Instead, he shoves himself in until he reaches the back of my throat and I gag on the cock. Even as I gag, he doesn't let up. He holds himself there, feeling my throat constrict around him. My hands scramble to find purchase, nails digging into his thighs.
I gag, tears running down my face until he pulls away. I gasp in breath quickly, but he only gives me a second before he pushes himself back into my mouth.
He doesn't linger in my throat this time. Instead, he holds my face in place as he sets a brutal pace, stretching my mouth to its capacity with each thrust. He throws his head back in pleasure, releasing his hold on me as I pull back to gasp for air. He takes his cock in his head and strokes himself until he cums, aiming for my face. Strand after strand hits me, painting me in him.
"Now, if I were your priest I'd make you wear my cum around school for the rest of the day. Let everyone see that you've been forgiven for your sins and that you are once again, a good girl," he says, wiping a bit that landed on my lips and pushing it into my mouth so that I can taste him.
Chapter Twenty-Seven- Enzo
“This is ridiculous.”
Emma stares at the plane, lips pursed together in disapproval. I caught her trying to purchase tickets for our trip to Kansas last night and told her that going by public plane wasn’t an option. I have no control over a plane I don’t own. Allowing her to go to Kansas to pack up her things is concession enough. Taking my private jet is the compromise she’s going to have to be willing to take.
“Is it not to your liking?” I ask her. She turns to face me, the exasperated look on her face telling me just how necessary she finds this entire ordeal, and I struggle to keep my face neutral. It’s amusing, watching Emma adapt to our world. I grew up surrounded by people who were used to luxury and expected nothing less. Emma finds my tastes exorbitant. If my sister called something exorbitant, she meant it as a compliment. I don’t think Emma would agree.
She rolls her eyes after a few moments. “We can just fly Southwest, like normal people.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, dear. We’re not normal people. Airlines will not provide the security we need.”