Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
So it’s just us, me and my man in this giant bedroom with the giant bed in the middle, the sheets fine silk, the floor cover in fur rugs, the whole place screaming of decadence.
Lit by the wall lights, making everything coppery and dreamy, he guides me to the bed and then spins me around, pushing me onto the sheets.
I sit down, pouting up at him, my heart chasing my anxiety through my body, pounding, but there’s another pounding. It comes from deep inside of me, between my legs, my womb, or my soul or whatever the heck it is.
It’s there.
It’s real and it won’t take no for an answer.
I feel my pussy getting so wet the old me would’ve been embarrassed, worried that he’d be disgusted.
But I see the way his expression turns more feral when he reaches down and sliding his hand up between my thighs and pushes my panties aside, stroking the wetness from my hole to my clit.
“Fuck, you’re already so creamy,” he groans, his breath hot against my ear.
“Yeah,” I moan, twitching against his finger, guiding my clit to the tip where he drives the firmest.
“Eager tonight, aren’t you?” he snarls. “Your body knows what it wants. Your body knows what to do. You’ve just got to listen to it, my horny goddess. Do you understand? Just give in to what your body wants. Just moan. Just twerk like a horny little thing. Just cream. Squirt. Now.”
He grinds his whole palm against my sex, driving the heel of his hand against my clit so hard I’m shocked when there isn’t pain, just the hard press of his pleasure imposed upon me.
I grab his wrist and twitch against him and feel my eyes roll back as I shiver and bounce like a freaking possessed person.
The orgasm thunders between my thighs and my juices squirt down all over his hand, over my own fingers where I’m gripping his wrist.
The heat explodes at the base of my mound and spikes up through me, as though his cock has suddenly exploded inside of me without me realizing it.
I look down through my tears of euphoria and see that it’s still his hand, and then up into his face.
I pause when I see the way he stares at me, pale eyes watching.
“What?” I whisper, the orgasm tremors getting quieter, and then receding altogether. “Did I look stupid?”
“Stupid?” he growls. “You looked like my own personal nympho. But just mine, do you understand? I want you to be addicted to my dick and have those needy tits sucked and that clit played with and fucking punished, but only by mine. Say it. Now.”
“Only you,” I moan, realizing that Damian is becoming the animal version of him again.
And I freaking love it.
“Cunt out. Tits out. Ass out. Now.”
He steps back and starts tearing at his own clothes like a beast who’s suddenly realized he needs to be naked.
I ride the wave of the moment.
And say fuck it to all the self-doubt out.
I start tearing at my own clothes the same way.
Between snatches of our clothes, we exchange glances, both of us getting hungrier and hungrier as more items are removed.
But at the base of it all, there’s this whisper telling me I won’t be able to do this.
I won’t be good enough.
I won’t be brave enough to take the whole massive meaty length of him.
“No more thinking,” he snarls, stepping forward so that his cock bobs near my face. “Lie down. I need that hole. I need that fucking womb.”
He grabs my arms and carries me onto the middle of the bed, climbing on with his knees, so tall he can still hold me clear off the mattress in his solid hands.
He grabs my thighs and pulls them apart, staring down at my pussy with fascinated eyes, and then grits his teeth, his whole body shaking.
“Are you ready?” he growls.
He rears up like a bear claiming his mate, his eyes twin moons of paleness as he glares, harder and harder each moment.
“Popstar,” he snarls. “Tell me you’re fucking ready.”
I almost gasp out that I’m not, that I’m terrified I can’t take him. I almost scream at him to get away because I can’t do this, but then I feel my womb pulsing, making my sex even wetter, my lips tingling with the phantom anticipation of his throbbing massive dick.
“Yes,” I whisper. “But maybe take it slow … just until—”
“Of course,” he says, eyes fixated on my pussy as he grabs his shaft and starts guiding it toward my hole.
He pushes aside my lips and then thrusts up, snapping his gaze back to mine as my pussy lips scream with the tension of him.
“But once I feel your little hole open up for me, I’m pounding it hard. Because I own you. So open up for me, Dakota. Do it. Do it now.”