Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Oooooh!!!” she squeals. “Mmm!”
“I know,” I pant. “It feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? Thanks for getting my dick wet, baby, because you know what comes next.” Before she can reply, I pull my glistening shaft from her sopping folds and notch it at her anus before pushing deep into that dark cavern.
“Yesssss,” I hiss. “Fuck yeah.”
A few pumps into her ass almost puts me over the edge as I watch those ivory moons jiggle. But then I pull out from her ass, and pump back into her vag, enjoying the use of two holes at once.
“Aieee!” Grace squeals again, almost lifted on her tiptoes by my relentless fuckery. “Oh oh oh!”
“That’s it, I know you like getting that filthy pussy fucked. But you’re my nasty girl so you enjoy a butt-fucking even more, right? Here you go, sweetheart, I’ll serve it right up for you.”
Then, I slip out of her cunt before slipping back into her anus, and that does it. Grace loves the stimulation in both of her holes and she shatters in my arms. I feel the pulsing start deep in her vag, and then her asshole clamps down, rippling with excitement as she screams with ecstasy.
“Yes, Braden! Buttfuck me! Yes, use my asshole to make yourself come. Ooooh, yes yes yes!”
I love how my girl talks dirty even though she’s so new to this shit. My balls rise high and tight against my groin, and I find my release as well. A shout bursts from my chest as I fuck deep into her rear end, enjoying the tight grip of her rectum.
“Yes, milk me with those anal walls,” I groan. “Mmm, fuck you feel so good baby. Fuck fuck FUCK!”
We shudder and shout for another couple minutes, likely scaring away all the wildlife. But when our panting subsides, birds trill and the day continues as if nothing’s wrong. The sun is still shining, and damn, but a gray-brown mountain chickadee jumps from one branch to another, not five feet away from us.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask hoarsely. “I know I’m rough with you, but that’s my thing, baby. I enjoy rough sex. I need it.”
Grace is panting and sweaty, her curviness shielded by my masculine bulk. But she manages to turn her head slightly before catching my mouth in a brief kiss.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she murmurs with a smile. “And you know I enjoy the rough sex too, Braden. It completes me. You complete me.”
I go silent, my big body still buried in her asshole because what the fuck is going on? Isn’t that a line from Jerry Maguire? Are we in a fucking rom-com right now? But the fact is that Grace completes me as well ... but will she hate me when the truth about my identity comes out?
6
Braden
It’s been a week since our tryst in the woods, and I’ve been jittery and nervous for seven days straight. I can’t help it because the young woman’s gotten under my skin, and I had no idea how fucking serious it was until she said, “you complete me.” I mean, what the fuck? What girl says that to a ruthless billionaire who’s only using her curves to sate himself?
But she doesn’t know that I’m an asshole with a debauched past. She doesn’t know that I have a shit ton of money. Gracie has no idea that I’ve left grown men crying on their knees, begging for mercy as I plunder their bank accounts. She’d hate me if she realized how many women I’ve fucked up the ass while forcing them to call me “Daddy.” Yeah, my brother chuckles and sometimes calls me the “Assassinator” because of it. Get it? Instead of “assassin,” I’m the “Assassinator.” It’s such a lame play on words, but that’s my twin for you: imbecilic and rude, with the humor of a fifteen year old boy.
But along the way, something in me has changed, and I’m scared. Fucking terrified, in fact, because this has never happened before. When I first met Grace, I figured I’d fuck the young woman for the time being, and then leave with no regrets. Sure, I’d tell my secretary to deliver a bauble to her cabin, something fancy and expensive. But now, I know that it could be the Koh-i-Noor diamond itself, and Gracie wouldn’t care. She doesn’t give a shit about things like jewelry, haute couture, or designer bags. Instead, my girl is the real thing, who wants me for who I am, even with my fucked-up thoughts and filthy ways in bed.
After all, the real me has been coming out more and more. I guess I couldn’t hide him away forever, and I’ve introduced nastiness into our horizontal play. Gracie’s learned to take massive dildos in her ass and pussy, and learned how to swallow my come without wasting a drop. She knows that I like to tie her up sometimes too, and I’ve even installed a bar in my cabin where she’s sometimes leashed and chained ... by the neck, as she crawls on all fours. Yeah, like I said, it’s fucked up. She’s my fuckpet, fuckdoll, and fucktoy all rolled into one.