Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
She may have practiced with a few bananas during the month she’d been kept in his apartment. After the first time had gone horribly—at least she thought it had—she’d wanted to get better.
Pulling up off his cock, she left a trail of saliva.
“You’re such a dirty bitch, aren’t you, Meghan? I knew it. I knew you were like this. So fucking horny. So fucking right for me.”
He thrust his hips up against her face, and she took him. Every few thrusts he’d go deeper than expected and she’d gag, but was able to keep her spit within her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, babe, that feels so good,” Damon said. “I’m going to come. I want to see it filling your mouth. Don’t you dare swallow it.”
He pulled his cock so only the tip remained, and she felt his cum spurt in her mouth. She didn’t swallow, even though she wanted to. Instead, she kept her mouth closed over his cock. When he was done, she waited as he sat back, putting himself away. She stayed perfectly still.
“Show me.”
Opening her mouth, she let him see all the cum in her mouth, every single drop.
“Now, swallow it.”
She did so, licking her lips after and showing him her mouth was clean.
“I need you alone.”
He moved the table out of the way, and before she knew what was happening, he had her over his shoulder, carrying her out of the main room.
She lifted up, trying to see where they were going. He gave her ass a couple of swats, which made her growl.
“Let me down.”
They were not heading toward the door.
She didn’t try to wriggle away as he started walking upstairs and she didn’t want to die. Holding onto the cheeks of his ass, she couldn’t believe how easily he lifted her up and moved her around.
Finally, he kicked open a door, and then she was dumped onto the bed. She watched Damon close the door and flick the lock into place.
Next, she noticed the screens in the room.
“What is this?” she asked.
“We can decide if we watch to watch one of the rooms around the house, or each other.” He picked up a remote, pointed it at the wall, and then she saw herself on the bed. “Our own personal sex tape.”
He didn’t change it back.
Staring at him, she tilted her head to the side. “Have you brought a lot of women here?”
“None.”
“Really?”
“I’ve no reason to lie to you.”
“You’ve never lied to me.”
“I’d tell you if I did.”
She found that hard to believe.
Her curls were all a mess from where he’d grabbed them. Her lips were red and swollen.
She looked fucked. Her nipples ached for some attention, and she pressed her thighs together, wanting more there as well.
Damon removed his jacket.
She watched as he took his shirt off next, followed by his shoes. His pants were still on, but the belt and zipper open.
He moved up toward the bed. She stayed seated.
He reached out, cupping her cheek, his thumb running across her bottom lip. “Lie back.”
She lowered herself down but stayed on her elbows, waiting, acutely aware of the camera on her, of her face on the screen. Different angles showed her body.
Damon slid his fingers up and opened wide the dress she wore. She let out a yelp as he tore the dress in two. The fabric opened up, leaving her exposed. He stroked across the tips of her breasts before moving down, spreading the lips of her pussy open. “Already so wet.”
He released her, removing her shoes before he took care of his pants.
They were both naked, and she couldn’t help but admire him before turning toward the cameras.
His body was a complete handsome specimen with his inked, muscular arms and chest. Not a part of him wasn’t rock-hard. She knew he worked out tirelessly. In his kill-or-be-killed world, he was on top, and no one could take that from him.
“I knew you’d like it here.”
Damon nudged her up the bed so she had no choice but to move backward as he climbed on.
He ran his hands up her thighs, and when he got to her hips, he flipped her over so that she was on her knees. No matter where she looked, the television screens were like mirrors, showing her every angle.
“Such a nice, pretty ass.” He slapped her ass, and she let out a yelp at the sudden burst of pain.
He spread her ass wide, and she saw him staring at her, watching her.
“So fucking pretty.”
She tensed up as he ran a finger over her anus, stroking her there. Turning her head left, she let out a breath as there had to be a camera above them at just the right angle because she saw him touching her. His cock stood out, so close to her entrance but not touching.
With his other hand, he started to tease her pussy, filling her and pulling out to tease her clit. He did this over and over, driving her crazy with need.