Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Bad people took her from him.”
“Do you always help people like that?”
This time I shuffle onto my elbow and look at her. “You shouldn’t fool yourself into thinking I’m a good man, Alina. I track people down and sometimes I kill them. Sometimes I don’t even ask why. I just do it.”
Her expression changes. I know I’m not the first dangerous person she’s been around, but perhaps the last encounter was enough for her to understand she should stay away from people like me. Not that I’m willing to let her go anytime soon. Comparing myself to that shitbag of an ex doesn’t do anything to simmer down the need I have to protect her. From men like him… and especially me.
“I get it. The whole self-preservation thing.” She shrugs. “Don’t start acting like you have a conscience now. It’s not your job that makes you an asshole, it’s your personality,” she teases.
I chuckle and pull her back into me when she tries to sit up. “How about you sit on my face like a good girl so I stop talking?”
She raises an inquisitive eyebrow. “Or how about we honor the bet and you let me tie you up?” Her gaze drifts to the pair of handcuffs and length of rope. She’d pulled them out of a sample box that Dawson sent her. Of all the things in there, I was curious as to why this is what she wanted, but I was totally okay with playing out her fantasies as long as my cum will be running down her legs.
“A deal is a deal,” I say, admiring her ass as she gets up. She starts with my right wrist and handcuffs it to the bedpost. “Have you ever tied a man up like this?” I ask curiously.
She begins tying the rope around my right ankle. It’s so tight it bites into my skin. “No. But I’ve always been curious. You’ll be like my own little sex doll that I can jump on whenever I want to get off.”
I chuckle, tracking her as she circles the bed. This beautiful goddess of a woman is playing out all of my wildest fantasies, and I’m happy to do the same for her.
She starts on the left ankle. “This is new for me, giving up complete control,” I admit.
“Oh, I imagine it is.” She smiles slyly as she tightens the restraint on the second leg. I’m completely sprawled out, my cock hardening as she circles the bed. “I can’t wait to get my fill.”
She teases me as she snaps the next handcuff around my wrist. It clicks shut, and I’m completely bound now. Powerless against her, and yet extremely hard.
Watching her is a spectacle in itself. She shifts her long hair over one shoulder and makes a point to look back at the device I’d stuck on the wall. “You’re certain it’s recording?” she asks.
“It has been all night.”
“Good,” she purrs as she straddles me and lowers herself onto my cock. “Because I want you to remember this.”
Her sweet pussy rolls up and down my length, and even as I tug on the restraints, I can’t move. Watching her use me like this is fucking hot. The hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Just when I think it can’t get any better with this goddess, she shifts the gears on me.
She picks up her own pace, impaling herself on my cock. I can’t look away as her tits bounce and she moans in pure pleasure. “Touch yourself,” I beg.
The corner of her mouth kicks up, and I think she’s going to deny me. But then her perfectly manicured finger trails down between her legs, and she begins to circle her swollen clit.
I lick my lips, wanting a taste. Fuck me. I try to jerk beneath her, to match her pace, but I can’t. I’m unable to move.
“This feels so good,” she moans. “You’re going to fill me up good, aren’t you?”
Jesus Christ. I’d been doing that all night. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Her pace doesn’t slow. If anything, my words only encourage her. “Those taut nipples. Your fucking waist, that thick ass. Everything about you, I just want to fuck the shit out of every day.”
She keeps bouncing, moaning at my praise. “That mouth of yours looks best filled with my cock. And that sweet, sweet pussy…”
She continues circling her clit, her speed intensifying. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can last when she looks like this. When she’s using and abusing me like this. She’s the only woman I would ever allow to tie me up.
“That sweet pussy wants me to fill it up again, doesn’t it? Stuff you with my babies.”
“Oh fuck,” she cries, and something breaks apart in her. Her pussy’s milking me, and when I realize how much that turns her on, it’s the breaking of my own resistance. I blow into her, unable to look away as she rides me to her bliss.