Total pages in book: 39
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)
“Look at you,” he purred. “You’re blooming like a little flower.” He towered over me, his presence so intimidating, yet it turned me on. “I want your body, Dolly. I want your mind and thoughts and feelings and… everything.” He dragged his tongue along my cheek and to my lips. “I want your submission.”
My head was against the tree, the bark rough, but the feeling of Lars’s big, warm body was a stark contrast. Although I felt his hand on my hip and then sliding down to my outer thigh, I didn’t try to stop him.
I’m sick to want this.
He gripped the elastic of my leggings and pushed them down, and I shivered when my panties followed suit. The clothing hung around my calves, and even though I physically wanted this—yearned for it, even—I kept my legs squeezed tightly together.
“Open for me like a good girl.”
I shook my head but still did what he said. He didn't hesitate to slide his hand between my thighs, his fingers on my bare pussy, those digits sliding through my slit and smearing my wetness all around.
The feel of him fingering the most intimate part of me had me gasping, and I tried to spread my legs wider, hindered by my leggings and crying because I wanted more, even if my mind said this was so wrong.
Lust and self-disgust for wanting this from Lars slammed into me. I started grinding my pussy on his fingers, feeling myself getting even wetter, even more depraved with my desire.
This moment, so twisted in every sense of the word, made me feel better and more alive than I ever had.
“Keep rubbing this perfect cunt on my hand. Keep soaking me, little darling.”
As soon as I did what he said, I heard Lars rip my leggings in two, and then he hiked my leg up and wrapped it around his waist. I also made out the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down.
My pussy flooded when I suddenly felt his hot, hard, and massive cock wedge right between my pussy lips, the crown not notching at my entrance but the length of him aligning along my slit.
“God, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He rolled his hips, grinding himself on me, thrusting his dick through my juices, and all I could do was curl my nails into his broad shoulders and hold on for what he had planned. “Look at you, Dolly,” he said in the gruffest voice I’d ever heard come from him.
I pried my eyes open to see him staring at me like a man who was not just crazy but possessed.
“I want to treat you like a queen. I want you to only hear sweet and soft words from me,” he growled and stepped back but only far away and long enough to crouch and lift my leg again to hike it over his shoulder.
He stared up at me, a glint of dark need in his eyes as he used his hand to spread my pussy lips wide, and then he looked down at what he exposed. He made a sound of need mixed with frustration, and I squeaked as I was suddenly lifted and moved to exactly where he wanted me.
The back of both of my thighs now rested on his shoulders, my back against the tree, and the next thing I knew, he was dragging his tongue through my pussy.
I gasped again, never having felt anything like this. His mouth was hot, his tongue probing me like he was starving and dehydrated and only my cunt could satiate him.
“But I can’t be sweet right now, Dolly,” he finished his earlier confession through a growl, the vibrations spearing right through my clit until my inner muscles clenched almost painfully. “I want to degrade you.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, waiting to see how far he’d go.
“You’re my perfect, fucking little whore, Dolly. You’re my beautiful slut who makes my cock hard.” He dragged his tongue through my pussy, flattening the muscle to encompass all of me, and I closed my eyes. “You're the only one who makes me hard. You’re the only one I ever want to be with and in every single fucking way.”
I was vaguely aware of one giant hand leaving my thigh, and when it returned, I glanced down only long enough to see it now held a knife before my vision shuttered once again. I didn’t panic. Not even when he placed the knife at my inner thigh, pressing the blade in—slowly at first but adding more pressure—as he continued to eat me out.
I felt the sting of pain, knew he’d broken my skin. But when I opened my eyes and stared at him, I couldn’t help the wave of lust that slammed into me as I watched him devour my pussy and then again when I eyed the trail of blood that trickled down my inner thigh.