Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I go to my knees before her, as one does when one capitulates to the great Artifice in prayer. But it is not words that I put my mouth to. Rather it is her sweet sex, the petal-like folds of her pussy already waiting for me. She is dewy with arousal.
The sound she makes when I kiss her pussy is heavenly, a cross between a moan and a curse. I doubt she has spent much time in her life swearing, but she is unable to contain herself now. My tongue teases along the sensitive little folds of her sex, showing her that I am capable of pleasuring her, giving her just enough enjoyment to make her want more. I will have her in a frenzy before I fuck her. She will beg for my cock. She will renounce her virginity eagerly.
The bud of her clit stands erect at the apex of her inner lips. I wonder if she even knows what it looks like. She has probably never seen it as I am seeing it now, a protuberance of flesh capable of driving her mad with desire.
I tease it, not touching it, circling around it, letting the heat of my breath create a warm little vortex.
“Oh my, oh my… oh…” She is wriggling so much I find it necessary to clamp her hips between my large, rough hands.
“Stay still,” I growl at her. I know she can’t actually do it. I don’t actually expect her to. But I do expect her to try, and I know that the effort of trying to overcome her natural impulses to follow my orders will create an exquisite tension in her.
“I can’t,” she whimpers.
“Do you want me to whip your sweet little cunt?”
Her eyes fly open wide. “You wouldn’t!”
“There is not a part of you that does not belong to me, and there is not a part of you that I would not punish if I felt it necessary—or if I simply decided it would amuse me.”
With that dark threat, I take her clit between my lips and suckle gently, giving her direct contact that makes her hips buck, forcing immediate disobedience on her part. This isn’t fair, but nothing is.
“That’s right,” I growl, letting the rumbles vibrate through her wet pussy and straining clit. “You’re mine, and I can do with you as I please.”
Her pussy is gorgeous, untouched and unhandled, waiting to be spread around my cock. She tastes like innocence and she writhes like need.
There is something terrible about this, something that makes my dick harder for knowing it. I am going to defile her. I am going to take her innocence and turn it into writhing orgasm.
She comes very prettily on my tongue at first, her lips dancing across my lips as she lets out shuddering sighs and moans. I am glad she has experienced some pleasure. As I rise up between her thighs, my cock taking the place of my mouth, I know there could be some pain in what is to come.
My cock is big, long, and so rough looking in comparison to her sweet, delicate flower. As her tender lips spread around the head of my dick, I look up into her face. There is trepidation in her eyes, a fear that makes me get even harder.
Maybe I am not upset at all that I had to whip her. Remembering the way the cane bit into the deserving, impertinent skin of her ass makes me push forward, finding the previously forbidden heat of her hole. Taming a sassy young filly, breaking her to my will, is satisfying in a way meeting someone who was more apparently and willingly my match would not have been.
“Are you ready, Mila?” I growl the question down at her flushed face. Her thighs are spread around my legs. She is open and she is vulnerable, and I know that no matter what she says in this moment, there is no way she can be ready for the physical transformation she is about to undergo.
Mila
His cock is huge, so much larger than I thought it would be. I am not sure how it will fit inside me, but I know it must. This is what I was sent here for. I have been given to him to fuck. There is no escaping it, and I no longer have any desire to. I am wet and I am willing. I am curious and I am submissive. He has punished me and he has pleasured me and now he is fulfilling his duty to me. I must ensure I do the same.
He reaches down and laces his fingers in mine, holding my hands as he arches his hips forward and presses his flesh inside mine. His cock is so hot, so hard, and it pushes into the space inside me as if it belongs there.