Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 56267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Hold on. . . I’m going to fuck the defiance right out of you.” He whispers in my ear, his teeth graze it, and I let a sigh escape my lips. My ass is tugged to the edge of the counter, and suddenly he’s at my entrance, entering me with an intensity I have never felt in my life. Our grunts and slaps echo through the bathroom. Zerro’s fingers bite into my flesh as a flutter runs through me and straight to my toes. They curl, and a cry of pleasure leaves my lips as I open my eyes and catch him watching himself push in and out of me.
“Your pussy, your body… It is all made for me,” he growls, his teeth scrape my skin as his cock continues to push into me, hitting my G spot. I have never felt so much pleasure in my life. Something in me comes to life, and I feel myself floating. My body tingles and zings with desire, pleasure, and pain.
He continues his destructive pace, as if he is trying to break me into little pieces so he can put me back together as he sees fit. Reaching up, I grip his face, bringing him nose to nose with me. Desire pulls deep inside of his eyes, and suddenly we’re moving as he slams my back against one of the walls. The air leaves my lungs as he places deep kisses against my neck, and chest. Fabric tears, and I’m so far into a lust induced state that I don’t even care what is going on. My only want and need is Zerro.
“Tight pussy and your tits, they’re fucking gorgeous, just like every other aspect of you.” His words are a whisper to my soul, but barely heard by my ears. His grip on my ass tightens as he moves us again, his back landing on the bed with me on top of him. His hands move from my hips and come to a still behind his head as he smirks up at me.
Looking down at him, I ask, “What are we doing?”
“Ride me. Show me what that tight pussy of yours can do. I’ve never had a pussy that can bring me to my knees like yours does. I want to know if you can make me beg, plead, and want more.”
Gyrating my hips slowly I smile, “Your wish is my command.” I move slowly at first, watching as the smile slowly slips from his face. His lips part, and his tongue touches his lips, licking them in anticipation. I bounce on him, until I feel myself on the verge, my walls clench, my mind slips from my body, and I feel as if I’ve looking at everything wrong above me. Is it possible to die from coming so many times?
In a moment I’m lying on my back as he parts my legs and then pushes them down into my chest so he can go deeper. His pace is evil as he slips in and out slowly, then it’s as if all hell has broken lose. It’s as if he has broken lose. He pushes into me with all his might, his dick hitting my back wall with a painfully pleasing feeling.
As soon as it starts its ending, I can feel him coming deep inside of me. I feel his spurts of hot semen and his dick swelling as my walls clench him once again. My body feels as if its floating, and I have never in my life felt such great pleasure in pain.
He pulls his cock from my body, leaving me feeling as if I have lost a part of me. Just as I’m coming back down to earth, I think I hear the words, “She will be the death of me” slips from his lips. Any thought of getting up now is lost as I slip into a deep, dark, comatose sleep.
“Wake up,” he growls in my ear. I roll over, my naked body colliding with his dressed one. How long had he been lying next to me, watching me sleep?
“What time is it?” I ask sleepily. I look out the window and catch a glimpse of the sun setting. I have slept the whole day? I guess I understand now how hard it is to remove yourself from someone’s bed after an intense round of sex.
“It’s time for you to get up. We’re going to meet someone very important to me. However, first we’re going to dinner.” The way the word dinner rolls off his tongue sends my body into overdrive. Is this a date? Or is it just a mafia king and his indebted eating dinner together?
Groaning, I stretch. My body is sore, in a deliciously well worked over way. My pussy aches, and as I stand, my legs feel like jelly. I grip the side of the bed, trying to get a grip on my footing. Come on body, get it together. As I get my footing, I turn to see a very amused look on Zerro’s face. He is so cocky, he makes me want to punch him.
“Did I fuck the defiance out of you?” he asks, smirking. I roll my eyes as I walk back to the bathroom.
“No. Did I fuck the bad out of you?” I ask with a cheeky grin before closing the bathroom door. The mirror fragments have been picked up, and a whole new mirror sits before me. Was it all a dream? I touch the mirror, as if my fingertips can bring this dream back.
The glass is cold under my fingers, and I pull my hand back, finally catching a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I look like a five dollar whore. Fingertip markings can be found on my legs, hips, and arms, my hair desperately needs brushing, and my lips are red and chapped as if I have been kissed for hours.
I run my fingers through my hair, hissing as my scalp is sensitive. The hours before swarm me. The way he had taken me, the way he had possessed my mind and body… It was all about him and me in that moment. The mafia, the money owed, debts, nothing mattered except in the areas that we were connected. Zerro may be a lost cause to most, dark and dangerous to others, but I have never felt closer to anyone like I have him.