Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“What?” I gasp desperately. I was climbing, so close to coming.
He shifts so he’s hovering above me, the toy still buzzing in my ass, putting me in a state of heightened pleasure, but not enough to get me anywhere. I thrash against the restraints.
“I swear to fuck, Dutton, you better make me come, or I’ll fucking slit your throat in your sleep tonight.”
He smiles, staring down at me like the devil himself. “There she is,” he says as he strokes my cheek, his gold ring brushing my skin, and he pushes away a hair that’s sticking to the perspiration on my throat.
His hand caresses down my neck and chest, his gaze trailing every inch of me in admiration. “So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, as if to himself. But it fills me with pride. His hand comes back to my throat, and he squeezes as he says, “So delicate. So fiery.”
“And now he’s a fucking poet,” I bite back.
He beams an arrogant smile as he casually leans back, and I can feel the moment he switches the toy in my ass up another level. I squirm under the heightened pleasure, and he seems pleased that he’s made his point.
“You only make it worse for yourself, Posie.”
“Not… if…” Fuck, I’m panting like a dog. I try to clear my throat. “Please,” I beg because I know it’s what he’s after.
He grabs a condom and rips it open with his teeth. I watch with heightened expectation as he rolls it over his thick cock. I try to move my legs, but they’re like Jell-O. My arms ache from the lack of blood circulation. My wrists and ankles hurt from how tightly he’s restrained me, and yet it brings me a pleasure I’ve never tasted before.
He lines his cock up at my entrance, rubbing it against my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“For you,” I say quickly, hoping he doesn’t tease me anymore.
“You’re a quick learner.”
He slowly and painfully shoves his cock into me, stretching me.
“Oh fuck.” I moan at his size and the overstimulation of the toy buzzing in my ass. He stays there for a moment, impaled inside me, as he reaches up and grabs the headboard. He pulls, somehow managing to get deeper inside me, and I watch as the muscles in his arms flex.
He dips his head so his lips are hovering over mine. “Tell me who owns you, Mostriciattola.”
“You,” I breathe, without doubt. I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear right now as long as he makes me fucking come. “Oh my God.” He pulls out of me and then pushes back in. I don’t break eye contact as he rolls his hips back and forth. It’s a torturous pace, but not enough to immediately send me over the edge.
“You’re going to soak my cock, aren’t you, Posie so that I can have my dessert after.”
I shake my head, and he smirks. That beautiful, devilish fucking smirk that’s all sin.
He leans back slightly, and I scream, the vibration of the toy lodged in my ass growing in intensity.
“I can feel it too, Posie,” he grits as he pumps into me a little faster. “The toy is brushing against my cock through the thin layer between your ass and cunt. All of your holes belong to me.”
“Yes.” I can’t even think. “Yes, it’s all for you.”
I’m out of my fucking mind, but I’m rewarded as his thrusts pick up speed. His blue eyes are the only thing I can focus on as my body goes into overdrive. The pleasure is so painful that I think I might break apart at any moment, and yet I can’t seem to fall over the edge. But I pray for it. Beg for the release.
One of his hands slips between us, and I dip my gaze for a moment to watch him slamming into me. His finger circles my clit, and my body convulses with the stimulation.
I pull at the restraints, wanting to grab him, to cling to him for dear life. I’m exposed as he watches me come undone, drinking me in as I beg and cry, tears streaming down my face until that final climb.
His hips are slamming into me, and the shift is so sharp and sudden that I scream, my body arching off the bed as I explode into a thousand pieces. I want to hide away from the toy in my ass, the vibration too intense, as I come wave after wave after wave.
Dutton jerks into me, the circles on my clit turning into a leisurely caress as he slowly turns down the intensity of the toy in my ass to a gentle buzz.
I’m panting and coming, and all of me is a fucking beautiful, broken mess.
He chuckles as he pulls out of me and cups my pussy. He licks his fingers as he stares at me, looking more like a predator than a man.