Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
So I wrap my thighs around his waist and lift myself up from the bed, almost hanging off his lower half. So I can press our hips together. So I can rub my messy pussy up against his ridged stomach. And even though I love his kisses—I do—I fist his hair and break it.
Then, panting against his mouth, “Fuck me.”
His hands are still framing my face, his thumbs digging into my cheeks possessively. “Baby, you—”
Glaring, I arch under him. “No, no arguments. I don’t even care what you think right now or how w-we shouldn’t do this or whatever. I’m horny, okay? That was the hottest thing ever and I-I need you. I need you to make it better for me l-like I did for you, and you promised.” I fist his hair. “You fucking promised. You said that if I saw stars, you’d give me your cum. And I did see stars, but where’s your cum? I don’t have it. Where is it? And on top of that, I’m horny and you don’t even have the decency to fix it. You don’t—”
Again, as much as I love his kisses, I don’t like it when he uses them to shut me up. Well, I do, yes. But not right now. Not when I haven’t even gotten to the main part yet.
So again, I yank at his hair and break it.
This time, his frown is thicker. His displeasure is evident on his face, but I don’t care and before he can express it, I pant against his mouth, “And no condoms.”
I swear I feel him jerk over me. I swear I feel him shudder. His voice at least sounds thicker and rougher than usual. “Dora, that’s—”
“Irresponsible, I know,” I tell him, squeezing my thighs around his torso. “But then I am irresponsible. I am reckless. You’re the one with all the control in the world, aren’t you? You’re the one who’s supposed to save me. So save me then.” I look into his dark, lust-blown eyes. “Figure out a way to give me what I want while keeping me safe at the same time.”
I don’t know why this is so important to me, but it is.
It’s important to somehow show him I can take him however he comes. It doesn’t matter if he’s having a bad day or a good day. If this is a good time or a bad time. I’ll always trust him. I’ll always take whatever he gives me.
Because I know now.
I know he’s both good and bad.
I know he’s the good guy and the asshole at the same time.
I know.
So when he doesn’t act fast enough for my liking, I go to fight with him some more. I’ll keep fighting him until he surrenders.
But he upends my reality again.
He jerks back from me, unlocking himself from the cage of my thighs and arms. I see his dick bob between us, all hard and throbbing, all wet and dripping with his cum and from my mouth. Before I can get him to stop or pull him back, he’s turning me around.
So now instead of my back, my knees and arms hit the mattress. Instead of him being pressed up against my front, his chest is at my back and his jaw is at my neck.
I turn my face to the side. “What are you… What are you doing?”
He sucks on the side of my neck, giving me a hickey, I think. “Showing you decency and fixing it.”
“But I—”
He jerks at my arms and pulls me upright until I’m just on my knees, my spine plastered against his massive chest. He grips my throat—still all sticky and drenched with my own drool—with one hand while the other goes to my hip.
Squeezing his fingers on my body, he growls, “But you’re taking it how I give it to you.” I feel him move, our sweaty skin sliding against each other. “You’re taking it like the reckless, thoughtless, cum-stealing slut you are. From behind.”
With that, he thrusts into me and oh my God, it’s so forceful, that first stroke of his cock. It’s so delicious and divine and yes, painful as well. Probably because I’m still not used to taking him in my pussy. I’m still more or less a virgin and he’s still so big that he touches all things inside of me, all at once.
Whatever it is, his first thrust is overwhelming.
It’s everything and more.
And inevitably, words fall out of me as my back arches to take him in deeper. “Oh, thank God.”
Which of course pisses him off.
I realize that later. As his fingers around my neck tighten to the point where I think he’s this close to controlling my breaths again. And his hand at my hip makes fists out of my flesh, pulling and tugging, branding me with just his grip.