Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
She felt a flush spreading throughout her whole body. Her eyes had closed of their own accord as she let his words sink in while he ignited every part of her to a fever pitch.
Before she could even open her eyes, wanting to see him, Mayhem slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked her cunt, running the digits on either side of her labia, and then rubbed her clit.
“I want to savor this. Bring you as much pleasure as you’re bringing me. But I also need my dick inside of you too fucking much.” He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat while he continued to run his finger over the opening of her pussy. “You’re so damn wet for me, baby. So ready for my big cock.” His finger dipped inside of her, and she bit her lip. “I bet this slick, little pussy will be the tightest I’ve ever felt. It’ll suck me like it needs my jizz.”
He slipped another digit into her body and then another until he was thrusting three thick fingers inside her. “Damn, my whole hand is drenched because you’re so wet. Because you want me so badly.”
She gasped as he twisted his fingers, scissoring them until she was squirming, trying to thrust into them and move away at the same time.
“My dick is going to stretch this little cunt so much that you scream out for more.” He finger-fucked her faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the room.
She wasn’t lost to the fact Mayhem was dry humping the mattress, this low growl leaving him, as well.
She was unabashedly gripping on to his arms, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to reach that pinnacle of pleasure. Butters wasn’t ashamed to start fucking herself on his fingers, twisting herself and pushing her pussy down on him.
She needed to go over the edge. She knew if he kept this up, she would get off again.
Mayhem brought his thumb to her clit and started rubbing it back and forth, not hard but with enough pressure she knew she’d soon be falling over that ledge of ecstasy. For as hard and rough as he was, right now, he was making sure she found her pleasure.
And then he brushed up against something deep inside of her, something that had a spark of electricity moving through her body. She felt that crest peak, and she was falling into the haze of erotic torture as she came.
Butters cried out and pumped her pussy faster and harder on his fingers. He grunted in pleasure against her ear. When her body became lax, she rested her head on his forearm, breathing roughly.
There were no coherent thoughts running through her mind. Despite just getting off, she wanted him still. It was like that last orgasm inflamed her to the point she would have begged him to fuck her over and over again.
She peeled her eyes open and stared at him. Mayhem hovered over her, his face a hard mask, the desire clear on his expression. She could feel his massive erection against her thigh, and she knew what she wanted to do.
Butters flattened her hands against his chest and gently pushed. She thought he might fight her on this, because Mayhem was a dominant man in all things, but he let her exert this strength, if only for right now.
When he was on his back, she pushed herself up, staring down the length of his body, at the hardness of his muscles, definition of his power even though he seemed semi-relaxed.
Mayhem seemed like the type of man to never fully be calm, to never really be content. He seemed like he’d always have this tension about him.
She lowered her gaze to his cock, her pulse jumping at the base of her throat. The piercings were what really turned her on at the moment, because she remembered how they’d felt in her ass, how they’d rubbed along nerve endings she hadn’t even known existed.
Tearing her eyes from the hard length before her, she looked into his eyes. Of course, he held an unreadable expression, one that had nothing to do with the shadows playing in the room. The man before her was hard in more ways than one.
“You want to think you have some control, baby?” he asked in a deep voice.
She licked her lips but didn’t answer, didn’t know how to respond.
“Suck the cum from me.” The gleam in his eyes spoke loudly. His erection strained forward, and she grabbed the root as she leaned in, wanting to ride him but also wanting to taste him for just a moment.
Mayhem hissed when she tried to wrap her fingers all the way around him, adding a little pressure, but not getting all of him in her grasp. There was a huge part of her that wanted to please Mayhem as much, if not more, than he’d pleased her.