Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Fuck you where?” I ask, enjoying this in more ways than I believe possible.
This time, the spark I see in the depths of her brown eyes is more than desire. It’s a flash of defiance, and that only makes the battle all the sweeter.
A tug of my hand has her neck arching back another inch. “Where, Lyriope? Where is my cock going to fuck you?”
Surrendering, she closes her eyes briefly and then opens them, meeting mine. “In my ass.”
“What a dirty girl you are,” I say, pulling my fingers free of her ass, but using my hold of her hair to pull her from being splayed out on my desk. “Yes, you may suck my cock, and if you do a good job, I’ll reward you with lube. Otherwise, you’ll take me with spit alone.”
I then push her to her knees, the soft hiss she gives ignored. Fisting my cock in one hand, I tug the handful of brown locks, forcing her to look at me, watching as her lips tremble. I run the head of my cock across her lips, and she allows them to part slightly.
I chuckle wickedly and deeply.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that.” They part a bit more. “That’s right. Open your mouth and suck my cock.”
She doesn’t argue, doesn’t protest, simply obeys. Amazing what fingers in the ass and the fear of a large cock being shoved in your ass dry can do to change an attitude.
Her tongue slides over my dick, lapping at the pre-cum that has begun leaking from the moment she lowered her pants for her punishment. My fingers in her hair keep her in place, guiding her up and down, making sure she understands she isn’t in charge… not even for this.
“All of it,” I say, pulling her head forward, her involuntary gagging not bothering me in the slightest. I keep her in place for another few seconds then pull her back, allowing her to breathe deeply. “You’ve got a very short window of opportunity to get my cock as wet as you can to earn that lube. And believe me, my flower, you’re going to want it to be nice and slick when I fuck that tight little ass with it.”
Her tongue swirls as best it can, attempting to coat every inch of my shaft. As great as it feels, I’m not here to get a blowjob. I’m here to fully claim that ass of hers.
Far sooner than I want, knowing I’m close to coming, and her mouth isn’t what I wish to fill, I stop her. I use her hair to tug her head back.
“Open,” I say, and once she has, strings of saliva stretching from her lips to my cock, show me she has done a fine job like the good girl she is. “Looks like you can be a quick learner when you want. Nice and wet. Up and back over the table.”
I help her to her feet, turning her back to the table. She gives me a look, seeming to be trying to decide whether or not to speak. Maybe she wants to plead for the lube. Maybe she wants to beg me to stop all together.
“The longer you wait,” I say, “the more my cock will dry.”
Her gaze drops to my cock in hand, a drop of pre-cum slipping from the tip. Another soft mewl, another rush of color to her face, and she nods, bending forward, opening her legs and then, without having to be reminded, reaches back and separates her cheeks, offering me her sweet, virgin ass.
“Now, that’s my good girl. You get a lubed cock for doing exactly as I expect without being asked.”
I open the drawer of my desk and pull out the bottle of lubrication used earlier in the night. I coat my dick with it, and then I take the time to add another few swipes of pussy juice to her little hole, and another moment to push two fingers into her again. Once I feel the muscle begin to surrender, I pull my fingers free and put the head of my cock at her entrance.
Fucking is one of my favorite pastimes, but, by God, sinking into a woman’s ass, is fucking at its finest. The struggle involved, the absolute submission required is almost as delicious as the tight, satin heat that constricts my cock as I drive it into her ass. Every mewl, each sharp yelp, gasp, and moan is music to my ears.
I love to dance the filthy tango to the piercing pain I cause.
This is how villains are made.
This is how obsession begins.
So bad, but so fucking good. Such pain, but such pleasure. So wrong, but so fucking right.
Once this ass is claimed, she’s mine. I’ll never let her go. Mine.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growl, having to pause halfway in, her muscles contracting so tightly around my shaft I have to grit my teeth. “It’ll be easier if you relax.”