Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
I yanked her head back, and she gasped.
“Looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, Nina.” I dragged my tongue up the side of her neck, over her cheek and temple, then leaned back to stare into her eyes. “Cry harder for me, wife.” I ground my cock into her belly. “You feel what it does to me?”
I kept hold of her as I walked us to the master suite and tossed her onto the bed.
She scrambled back, her tits still on display from her degrading journey from the elevator, the material of her wedding gown now a heap near the door where I discarded it. And the more she scuffled back on the massive bed, the more I spied her little finger-painted panties.
I could see the blood in the center from where I’d roughly stretched her sweet cherry, but I knew there was more to take before it was fully popped.
“Please, Antonio, you don’t have to do this.”
I smirked at her, removing my belt from its hoops. Her gaze darted to my hands as I wrapped the leather around my palm.
“Please,” she begged, and my cock jerked. “Antonio, don’t hurt me, please.”
Her soft whimpering made my dick so hard the motherfucker ached. I stepped toward her but remained silent. I just admired the way she was crying and pleading for my mercy. But she’d soon find out that wasn’t something she’d ever get from me.
I reached down and dragged my finger along her ankle and moved upward to that crease where her shapely leg met her pussy. “Stay still for me, sweetheart,” I growled, barely controlling myself.
While staring into her eyes, I ripped off the stained panties.
“You won’t be needing these.” A sweet tear slid down her cheek. “My beautiful Nina, the next time you run from me, I’ll make you beg for death.” I stood and brought her panties to my nose and inhaled. Fuck, she smelled like… mine.
I let the panties flutter to the ground and unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock. “Come here,” I ordered, and she swallowed, her gaze darting between my face and my cock. “Now.” She exhaled and moved onto her knees, crawling closer. “Lie on your back, head hanging over the mattress.” Her confusion was apparent, yet she obeyed.
Her pussy was bared, but she kept her legs closed.
“Open for me, my pretty whore.”
She squeezed her eyes shut but listened to me, and even though I stood at the foot of the bed, her feet pointing toward the headboard, I could see—thanks to my height—her little pussy lips opening up like a flower’s petals.
“Perfect, darling. Open your mouth.”
She opened her eyes and looked at me. “No, please no,” she cried.
I leaned forward and brought my hand down swiftly on her bared cunt, slapping her virgin snatch and making her cry out. “Close your legs and I’ll spank your pussy even harder.” I swatted her cunt again.
The slaps weren’t gentle. I wanted them to hurt. It was a punishment, after all. “Nina, when I married you, I bought you. Do you understand that?”
I spanked her pussy again. She didn’t respond to my question, but her whimper was confirmation enough.
“What that means is I can do whatever I want with you. I can enjoy my toy, treat it with care, or I can abuse it until it breaks. Now, open your mouth before I spank this little pussy until you’re raw.”
That seemed to spur her into action.
Nina’s lips parted, and I got into position to slide my dick nice and deep.
Once again, I was consumed by my insatiable need for my pretty little wife, and I had no regard for Nina’s comfort. I hoped I’d never break her spirit. It’d be rather boring if all the fight left her and all that remained was a willing victim.
My body leaned into her as my hands glided over her silky skin, feeling my way up and down her flat belly and perfect tits. I smoothed my fingers over her puffy pussy lips. She really was a beautiful girl.
Her body was soft, lush, and untouched.
Her body was mine in all ways.
“I enjoy knowing I’m the only man who’s ever touched you, Nina. I’m the only one who will ever touch you for the rest of your life.” I hummed as she hollowed out her cheeks and tried to keep up with my thrusting. “It almost makes me want to be gentle with you, but then I remember the family you’re from, and all those thoughts of kindness just float away revealing themselves as momentary acts of delusion.”
Saliva dripped out the corners of her mouth, and she sawed her legs, clearly having trouble keeping up with my intense thrusting.
I wanted to come so fucking badly, but the first time I blew my wad tonight would be deep in her tiny cunt.