Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
I opened it and poured some into my hand, and he guided it to his hard cock.
“Who’s your world?” he whispered.
I sucked in a breath and wrapped my fingers around him. “You, Master.”
Something softened in his heated gaze, and he dipped down and kissed me gently. “And you’re mine.” Next, he inched back and began removing my clothes, and I had nothing to say. I couldn’t. I knew he meant every word he said; I just couldn’t lean on them.
But I was too desperate to cockblock myself with reality and shoulds.
Once I was naked, he told me to lie down on the table, and I obeyed. My back hit the cold, gleaming wooden surface, and he pulled up my legs.
“Hug your knees to your chest,” he commanded quietly. “You know what I need.”
Oh fuck yeah, he got so deep in this position. To the point where it hurt and I felt him for hours afterward. But for him, this was when I became his sex object. I didn’t move, I didn’t make a sound, I didn’t use my arms and legs, I didn’t touch him back. I just took his cock and existed for him.
With my hands clasped around my knees, hugging them tightly to my chest, I braced myself for his perfect cock.
I clenched my jaw at the first brush of the head of his cock against my sensitive skin. Right there, at the opening, he spread the fluids around and made me clench down at nothing.
“I know you’re worried, Cam,” he murmured, never looking away from my ass, “but I’m not letting you go. Ever.” With that said, he started pushing inside me, and he didn’t stop. Slowly but surely, he filled me, and his expression flooded with satisfaction.
I stifled a whimper and pushed back as much as I could, needing all of him buried deep inside me, no matter how much it stung at first. He stretched my hole and exhaled a groan when he was all in, and my breath suddenly came out in shallow puffs.
“You know who you are, slave,” he said huskily.
I’m Master’s little fuck pillow.
His hands roamed my body, how I’d folded myself in half for him. Nothing sticking out—I was just his little pillow.
He fucked me in long, deep strokes that pushed the outside world out of my mind, including most of my worries. I lived for this very moment. I existed for his pleasure and the high it brought me to be the only one in the universe to give it.
I suppressed every moan, every cry, and every plea, causing myself to nearly implode with ecstasy. Over and over, as he fucked me up the table, then yanked me back down, in and out, in and out.
Every now and then, he ghosted his hand between my legs and over my cock, and it took all my strength not to arch my back in a silent plea for more.
“My little pillow appears to be needy,” he murmured. “Such a sweet cock it has.”
Hnnghh.
I screwed my eyes shut and smashed my lips together, and I flushed all fucking over.
Just like that.
Oh my God, he was going to kill me. He stopped teasing me and stroked my cock at the same pace he fucked me, and I wasn’t sure I could keep quiet much longer. It felt so damn amazing, so overwhelmingly hot, that I didn’t know what to do with myself. Except… Fuck. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and forced myself to refocus.
This was for Master. Everything was for him. If he didn’t want me to make a sound, I would be silent. If he didn’t want me to move, I would be still. So I took everything he gave me, and I took it quietly. Pleasure rushed through me, faster and faster, dropping lower and lower in my body, but a sense of tranquility followed like aloe on a burn.
You’re everything, Owner. Take what you want. I will obey, always.
“Fuck,” he growled, speeding up. Skin slapping against skin, his fingers digging into my hip, the others wrapped around my cock, he chased both our orgasms.
Moments later, I was fucking soaring. Bursts of come shot from me as shivers of both hot and cold washed over me. My mouth popped open in a silent scream, and goose bumps appeared across my arms and legs.
Master’s groan rocked through me, and he pushed in once, twice, three more times. Then he grew still deep within me and panted heavily.
With the gentlest, most sensual touch, he slid his hands up my legs and let me stretch them out—or rather, he wrapped them around his waist.
I shuddered violently.
He did my arms next. He brought them around his neck and dropped breathless kisses along my chest.
“My lovely little slave,” he whispered.
As if I hadn’t shivered enough!