Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
"James!"
Leighton's body arched up as his mouth almost swallowed her small breast whole, and she could only writhe and whimper as he started sucking harder and harder. The torment continued as he moved to her other breast, with James squeezing her flesh with just enough force that she knew he was absolutely going to leave marks on her flesh.
It was almost like being branded, and the thought alone had her body burning hotter. She had never thought herself the kind of girl to want a man's touch branding her skin, but if it were James doing it...if it were James doing her...
The athlete suddenly bit her nipple, his bite perfectly straddling the line between pain and pleasure, and Leighton lost all control. No longer capable of hiding her response, she could only cry out as she clutched his head to her breasts.
"P-Please."
And still he tortured her with the most excruciating pleasure, his hands tirelessly fondling her breasts while his tongue circled and lashed its distended buds, and with every moment that passed Leighton could feel herself growing wetter and wetter...
When James finally started taking her pants off, she was beside herself with need, and Leighton was lifting her own hips up to help the athlete with his task. Her panties quickly followed as well, and Leighton, now naked from the waist down, could only tremble and ache as she watched James pull back to start undressing himself.
"Please, James..."
The sound of his name on her lips aroused him to no end, and James cursed under his breath. He was barely hanging on to his control as it was—-
"James, hurry..."
Ah, fuck. To hell with this. Instead of removing his shirt as he originally planned, James simply went straight for his zipper and heard Leighton whimper as he pulled his member out. It was already thick and hard with arousal, the fattest fucking cock she'd ever see in her life if he had anything to do about it—-
"You're so big..."
James groaned. He usually dismissed such words as empty praise, something a woman merely uttered to butter a man up and get something she wanted in return. But because this was his Leighton, and he could see the naked yearning in her eyes...
James' big, hard body shuddered with barely leashed need as he moved back to the bed and knelt between Leighton's legs. Leaning forward, he wetted the head of his member with the juices that now coated her swollen folds, and her cry of shocked pleasure bounced against the walls.
Leighton could only grip the sheets as her body alternately tensed and shuddered with the way James' cock kept teasingly nudging against her entrance without ever quite slipping in. It was torture, just pure unbearable torture, and as her eyes squeezed shut and Leighton felt she was about to die with sexual frustration—-
"Aaaaaah!"
A cry of pain was torn out of her throat as James chose that exact moment to drive inside of her without warning, and with James still kneeling between her legs, his cock a throbbing force inside of her pussy, he almost seemed like a pagan god having his way with the virgin offered up to him as sacrifice.
The glitter of pleasure in his eyes was unmistakable, and Vixen realized with a gulp that the timing of her deflowering hadn't hadn't been coincidental at all. This was exactly how he wanted it to happen. Had planned it such a way so he could enjoy the sight and sound of Leighton crying out as he took her virginity, and with how his gaze was now running ravenously over her legs, she could see that James was also relishing the sight of her virginal blood dripping down her inner thighs, both of them knowing that once the blood dried it would become a branding stain of his possession.
This was what he meant when he told her he enjoyed being in control. This was what he meant when he said he enjoyed it rough.
And yet...
James slowly let his fingers drift over her legs, and there was nothing she could feel in his touch save for tenderness. It was almost painfully gentle even, and Leighton's throat clogged with emotion when she finally heard him speak.
"Are you afraid of me, baby?"
His voice was quiet and calm, an almost laughable contradiction with how his cock continued to throb ferociously between the sore and sensitive walls of her pussy. Leighton tried to think of his question as objectively as she could, but no matter how many times she turned the words over and over in her head, only one answer remained.
"No."
His gaze darkened at her whispered response, and her heart beat madly against her chest as he ran his knuckles down her cheek.
"What about regret?" he asked in the same quiet tone. "Do you regret this?"
"I don't." And this, too, was the truth.