Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
His other hand reached down, and I felt him slowly finger me, teasing and working me open. I gasped and trembled beneath him, my body responding to his touch instinctively. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips grinding against me in a delicious rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper. His eyes never left mine as he thrust in and out, our breaths ragged and our bodies slick with sweat. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So fucking good."
My hands gripped the sheets beneath me, knuckles turning white as I tried to hold on to some semblance of control. But the more he moved, the more my own body betrayed me, arching to meet his every thrust. "Look at you," he said, his voice cool and calculated. "Tell me how you want it,” he demanded softly.
"Harder," I gasped, my body begging for more.
“Hmm, I believe you can give me more to give than that,” he teased.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Speaking in such a way was not a talent I possessed. I bit my lip, trying to find the words to express my desires. "Fuck me harder."
His supple lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned forward, pressing his body against mine. "That's what I like to hear.” He began to move faster, harder, slamming into me with a force that left me gasping for breath. His other hand continued to tease me, heightening my pleasure to unbearable levels. I moaned and bucked beneath him, my body screaming for release. The room echoed with the slapping sound of our bodies coming together. His grip around my throat tightened ever so slightly, and our eyes locked in a fierce gaze. The pain mingled with the pleasure, sending shockwaves through me.
"You want it harder, anjinho?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. "You want me to take you rough? To take what I want from you?"
I moaned, unable to speak, my mind hazy with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, and whispered, "You want me to call you mine."
I whimpered at the thought, my body trembling as he continued his relentless assault. "Yes," I managed to choke out, my voice barely audible.
He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous hunger. "That’s right. You're mine," he growled, his voice low and menacing, his grip tightening to the point it was hard to breath. He pulled out, and then thrust into me again. He was relentless, his need for dominance and my submission clear in the way he held me down, the way he fucked me. I whimpered; my throat raw from the sensation of him choking me.
His low groans of pleasure had me growing wetter around him, causing my walls to contract and tighten in response. "You were made for this," he swore, his words punctuated by harsher thrusts. "To be fucked just like this. To be mine.”
“Mateo.” My voice escaped in a breathless moan, his name leaving my lips like a breathless plea, a sacred prayer. I grabbed onto his wrist, the one that held me firmly in place, and clawed at the sheets beneath us until they were twisted into a tight knot. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as he drove me closer to the edge.
My cries were no longer coherent words, just raw guttural screams as I reached the peak of ecstasy. His skilled touch pushed me higher and higher, my body spiraling towards a dizzying oblivion of sensations that surpassed anything I had ever felt before. My voice escaped in a frenzy of expletives. "Oh God!" I cried out, my legs shaking.
He suddenly released my throat and leaned down, sealing his mouth onto mine, tangling his fingers roughly in my hair as he kissed me.
His thrusts remained forceful and unrelenting, never fully pulling back, staying deep inside me. I returned his rough kisses with ferocity, my hands sliding down his back and digging into his waist, silently begging for more. I moaned breathlessly between each kiss, completely lost in this man.
With a moan and low curse, he gave in to his own pleasure and pushed himself even deeper inside me, triggering another explosive release. My fingers dug into his slick skin, my moans and whimpers blending into one harmonious symphony. My pussy tightened around his pulsing cock, eagerly taking in every drop of his release. We continued to kiss, him drawing out every last bit of pleasure by relentlessly rocking in and out of me, his fingers now running through my hair.
He slowly pulled out after he was done, taking his time as he fully withdrew from me. I shuddered at the sensation, both painful and pleasurable. I licked my lips, willing my heart to stop racing as I caught my breath. I glanced down and saw a mixture of blood and come glistening on his cock. My stomach churned at the sight, but I couldn't look away. He wiped some off with his fingers and then offered them to me. I hesitated, but he silently urged me on with a commanding gaze. Slowly, I opened my mouth and let him feed me the mixture of us. The taste was salty and metallic, and the act felt both intimate and degrading. As I obediently cleaned him off with my tongue, I couldn't ignore the conflicting emotions beginning to rage inside me. Confusion, desire, humiliation, and submission.