Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
All that had happened before. All that would happen after did not matter while we let our primal need take over. Our bodies claiming what they craved.
“Such a good pussy,” he praised.
His name, God’s name, pleading—it all fell from my lips as I held on while Linc’s thrusts took me higher. The rest of the world was left far behind. I was lost in a nirvana I never wanted to leave.
Linc leaned forward and slid his hands around to grab my boobs as they swung and bounced violently. “Goddamn, these big, full titties.”
His eyes were on them in the mirror, and the animalistic expression on his face as he chased his orgasm sent me spiraling.
Linc grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. His mouth was against my ear. “Come on my cock. That’s it. Such a pretty girl to fuck like such a slut.”
My body convulsed as he talked ugly in my ear.
“You like it. Taking my dick. You want to be my cockslut. I can feel it. That naughty pussy creaming all over me.”
The free fall, the moment of bliss, held me in the air. I gasped. When Linc let my hair go, his hands went back to my tits, and he jerked me up against him. I felt him shudder.
“Fuuuck.” He squeezed my breasts painfully, and the warm, thick rush of his release began to fill me as his cock pulsated against my tight walls. “That perfect body, taking my seed,” he groaned, staring at me in the mirror as he jerked and let out another groan.
When he stopped, I finally began to slowly sink back to earth. My walls clenched again, and he hissed in my ear. His brutal grasp on my boobs relaxed. We stood there, staring at each other, saying nothing. That was insane. It was a realm of pleasure that was dangerous. When you got there, you wanted to stay. Do anything to get back to it.
Linc moved a hand up to wrap a curl around his finger. “I have a clearer picture as to why I kept fucking you that night in Vegas.”
The corner of my lips tugged up.
“Sweet-tasting cunt that feels like a virgin, yet takes my ten inches like a pro.”
He smirked, then let the strand he had been playing with go. He then ran his palm down my stomach as we both watched our reflection until his hand slid between my legs. With his other one, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back and to the side. His mouth leaning down close to my ear. “There it comes. Open those legs wide. We are gonna watch my seed leak out of your cunt.”
Oh God. I had barely recovered from what we’d just done, and he already had me starting to tingle again. I opened my legs, and he grabbed my upper thigh.
“Put your foot up on the counter so I can see better.”
When I did, he let out a pleased sound, then sunk his finger inside my sensitive entrance. “Used, cum-filled little pussy on such a good girl,” he said in a sadistic voice that shouldn’t have turned me on but did. “Look at that perfect pink cunt. Slick with my seed.” He hummed his pleasure and began pumping his finger in and out of me. “What happened to my sweet girl, Ringlets? Standing here with your legs open, showing me how messy you let me make you. That’s not what good girls do.”
He shoved two fingers in, and I cried out, leaning harder against him.
“But you always did want to make me happy, didn’t you? Ah, and I do like the sight of your pussy dripping with my load.”
I shuddered. His words were edging on taboo, and I knew he was doing it on purpose. I was trying not to let it get to me, but he made it impossible. I was going to come again with him doing this. It made me feel depraved, and even that was turning me on.
“Look how naughty you’ve been,” he murmured against my ear. “Even now, watching my fingers pump in and out of you. Letting me have what I want. Sweet girl wants to be my slut.” He growled the last word, and his fingers sank inside me hard.
I crested and shouted his name. My body convulsed, and I lifted my hips to rock against his fingers as he held me up, still pressed against his chest. He was hard again; I could feel it against my bottom. Then, he pulled me up his body to rub his erection against me.
“You got me throbbing already,” he said accusingly. “And I was going to clean you and take care of you. But now, I’m gonna fuck this filthy cunt again.”
Twenty-Eight
Branwen
I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep while Linc got out of bed and began to dress. We’d ended up having sex a third time after our shower, and I’d been so exhausted that maybe I dozed off. I wasn’t sure, but the moment the bed had moved from him getting up, I had been aware of it.