Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
I retrieve my bottle of shampoo, sit on the edge of the tub, then lather her hair. “Monster cock?”
“Mmm.” She leans into my hold, eyes closing. “Have you seen it lately? It belongs in porn.”
My fingers thread in her hair and I tug it until her head clashes against my stomach. “You watch porn?”
Her eyes shoot open. “Everyone watches porn.”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t need to, considering your very singular tastes. Why watch fake scenarios when you can reenact them in real life? Check your privilege, not all of us could experience sex so young.”
“One of these days, I’m going to fuck the sassiness out that mouth of yours.”
“You’re being impossible. Porn is normal, and it’s not like I watch it all the time.”
“What type of porn do you watch?”
Awkward laughter spills from her. “I thought you weren’t a porn person. How did you know there are categories?”
I tug harder on her hair. “Answer the question, Annika.”
“A little bit of everything. And, as I said, I only do it like maybe once a month.”
“What terms do you search when you first open a porn site? When you’re horny and your little pussy is throbbing, what do you look for?”
Her lips part and it takes everything in me not to stuff them with my fingers or my cock.
“Rough,” she whispers, averting her gaze from me. “Hardcore. Amateur. I don’t like the…uh, fake moans and orgasms, and I prefer seeing how it looks in real life.”
“Don’t watch it anymore.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like it when you look at other men’s dicks.”
“Don’t worry. Yours is much more brutal.”
“I mean it.”
“I can’t believe you’re being jealous of porn. You don’t see me throwing a fit about all your submissives.”
“You can.”
She releases a sigh. “I won’t. That would just be embarrassing. And, by the way, you didn’t use a condom. I’m on birth control, so it’s all good, but I don’t want to catch anything your previous sex partners gave you.”
“If they did, you already have it.”
Annika pales to a deep shade of white and I laugh. “I was kidding.”
Her lips part and she watches me closely, as if engraving every detail of my face to memory before she swallows. “Since when do you do that?”
“Since you.”
“You also laughed.”
“I only laugh around you.” I stroke my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. “On a serious note, I’m clean. Not only do I always use a condom, but I haven’t had penetrative sex in months.”
“Why not?”
“Inflicting pain is usually enough stimulation.”
“But not with me?”
“Not with you.” I had to fuck her, own her, put my mark on her so no one dares to come close.
She nibbles on the corner of her lip. “If you’ve always used a condom, why didn’t you with me?”
“I forgot, and when I remembered, you were soaking my cock with your blood. There was no way in fuck I would give up that feeling.”
“You…don’t have to be so detailed.”
“You’re the one who asked. Now, tell me…” I caress the long strands of her hair, pulling it to my face and being slightly disappointed that it smells like my shampoo and not her violet. “Why were you a virgin?”
She wiggles her toes in the water again. “It’s kind of hard to lose it when I was surrounded by an overprotective family. But even when I had the opportunity, I didn’t want to have sex in the back of a car or in a dark corner at a party where it’d just be underwhelming. This might sound clichéd, but I wanted it to be special.”
“Was it special?”
“It was way more than that.” She glances at me. “Definitely not what I expected.”
“Despite all the porn?”
“Despite that. And stop being so judgy. At least porn taught me things.”
“Such as?”
“That it’s different from real life.”
My fingers go back to the gentle rhythm of washing her hair. “How different?”
“Real life is more powerful, more intense, more…overwhelming.” She glares at me. “And it hurts.”
“Pain is a catalyst to pleasure.” I grab the showerhead and start to rinse the shampoo off her hair. “You could’ve stopped it if it got to be too much.”
“Nah.” She leans against my hand, rubbing herself on me like a kitten. “I like the pain, but only if you give me baths like this afterward.”
“Just so you know, I won’t be going easy on you.”
She blinks the water out of her eyes and rolls them. “Never expected you to, sadist.”
A smile twitches my lips.
“Look. You’re even being all happy about it.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “Did you know that you’re the most amicable after you inflict pain? Not sure if I should be glad or freaked out about that tidbit.”
“I vote for the second.”
“My Tchaikovsky. You’re so cutthroat.”
My good humor vanishes. “What the fuck did I say about worshiping that composer?”
Her eyes widen and she slams her fingers against her lips. “Sorry, I forgot.”