Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“You’re nitpicking, mate.”
“Just trying to clarify the details, half.”
The loving label pushes him to plant both his palms harshly on my ass and lift me up by it. “You need to be properly fucked.” Rocking eagerly against Ptur’s solid frame receives a smug chortle. “How hard and how fast are details you can rest assured are always crystal clear to me.”
Our trek to the luxurious en-suite bathroom that’s almost as equally large as our bedroom is lecherously tumultuous. His hand swats at one ass cheek, an action that’s immediately rewarded by me nipping his nipple. He groans in approval and slaps a second time resulting in me ripping open his shirt to better expose his chest. He spanks once more and sinking my teeth into the revealed skin is instantaneous. An oscillation of rough strikes and barbaric biting of every inch of flesh I free from its fabric prison is how we end up naked and practically howling by the time we arrive at the marble tile, freestanding bathtub near the glass shower. Rather than gently put me down and begin to fill it, I’m remorselessly dropped.
Turned around by a pitiless pull of the hair.
Brought down onto all fours with a cruel push.
Most creatures would be horrified being treated what appears to be so heartless by their significant other; however, I’m struggling not to come from it.
Part of me craves this level of savagery.
Domination.
Knows that it is something only he can deliver.
Warm water begins pouring from the platinum plated faucet only seconds prior to Ptur’s cock piercing my pussy. The lack of warning or build up grants the orgasm that had been waiting for permission to be released freedom and pulls out a body trembling scream that requires I clutch onto the edge of the tub with both hands. My curled fingers are quickly covered by his to keep me pinned in place as heavy, unabated pounding brutally begins, bouncing my shapely figure wildly about. Having my full tits slap against the cold tub wall is synced to the sadistic slapping of his nuts against my pussy, yet his beastly grunts are timed to every hard thrust that arches my spine.
There’s no stopping my head from being thrown back in ecstasy, and the better access to my ear causes Ptur to growl against it. “One of these days I’m not going to fuck you so hard, Pint-Size.”
It’s impossible to not purr, “Thank The Great Ones that day isn’t today.”
An arrogant chortle is the only precursor to him sinking his teeth into my neck. My soaking wet muscles tighten at the contact before swelling even more when his frantic diving somehow becomes more frenzied. Throwing my ass back into the furious movements isn’t even a possibility. Over and over and over again, P heaves his dick to the hilt. Strokes my g-spot like a signature needed on every line of some thousand-page corporate takeover. Rolls his tongue and scrapes the delicate flesh he marked earlier. The shifting of his hands to claws allows them to cup my balled fists as the water filling the tub threatens our stability. Sloshing sounds add to the salacious symphony of screams and grunts while the water itself pours over our slippery frames.
Cleans our injuries.
Cleanses are sins.
Connects us on the celestial level we were temporarily denied by an enemy we’ll continue to fight together.
Delectable throbbing steadily creeps through my bent limbs, setting my skin, my nerves, my soul on fire with every passing second. Shakes and shudders overwhelm me in weight and numbers but the warrior in me refuses to submit.
Isn’t ready to surrender to the literal breathtaking pleasure I’m trapped in.
All of a sudden, my grip is ripped completely from the edge of the tub, submerged in the wonderfully warm water, and pressed firmly against my pussy, forcing me to apply pressure to my clit. The slight change in position doesn’t change his speed or severity. Instead of fucking me against the tile contraption, he fucks me into my own hand. Grinds me into the stiff digits so fast it feels like they’re stroking despite the fact they aren’t moving at all. Airy screams are offered like desperate oblations to be gifted another orgasm, and the second I am I can’t help but shout his name at the top of my aching lungs. “Ptur!”
An animalistic growl vibrates the side of my neck on a mentally barked retort.
Ours.
I don’t hesitate to agree for both me and my inner orc.
Yours.
Blistering surges abruptly bury themselves deep inside of me, reiterating his claim.
Reaffirming his earlier statement that our fating is a blessing not a burden.
Marking me in the primal way he knows I need.
That we both need.
Our bodies continue to brazenly rock together without care or concern for the slight flooding that’s underway. Wrapped in our own world of bliss, we moan and huff and quiver in tandem until we’ve wrung out every drop of ecstasy possible. At that point, happy hums hit my ears while affectionate nestling of my neck accompanies telepathically spoken sentiments.