Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“You...you’re…” She sputters as if she’s so shocked, she can’t form sentences.
“I warned you.” Spinning her around, she reaches out to grab ahold of the edge of the leather couch.
“You… beast. I hate you.” She kicks her boots back at me as I push her face down into the of couch.
“Keep telling yourself that.” And in one quick snap, her tiny black panties are in my fist as I whisper in her ear.
“Now prove it. Trust me, darlin’, I can take it, show me how much you hate me.” Slamming my hard cock deep inside her slick, swollen walls, we both groan out in pleasure, because she can lie with words, but this cunt is tight, and oh so wet.
Mine.
“Ammo” She moans, reaching back to claw at me, my hand leaving her neck as I jerk her hips up, fucking her so deep, my eyes roll back in my head.
“Tell me I own this cunt.” I pull back and thrust into her as she groans and pants and I smile.
“You’re getting my balls wet, darlin’.” Holding her hips tight, watching my slick, hard cock slide in and out of her pink pussy, as I pick up speed, fucking her so hard you can hear our bodies slap together.
“Oh my God, I’m going to come.” Her hands reach for the couch, nails digging into the leather as I feel her greedy pussy grip my erection. Our loud groans and breaths bouncing around the control room, and all my brain can think of is she is the fuck of the century, nothing should ever feel this good.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she chants as I lean forward to grunt in her ear.
“Tell me you’re my little slut, and I’ll let you come?”
“Ammo…” She pants as her pussy tightens even more on my cock.
“Wrong words.” I grunt, and let go, my body jerks as she bucks backs into me, clenching my cock like a goddamn vise, and my seed shoots deep inside her.
“You want to come? You obey,” I order, pulling out as she gasps, then screams as she whips around to face me.
Untamed.
She’s wild, and savage, and she looks like she wants to claw my face to the bone.
“You heard me,” I state as I pull up my jeans and button them. Reaching for her torn panties I tossed on the floor, she slides down onto the couch, looking stunned.
“Fuck you, Ammo,” she spits out, shaking her head, as she reaches in between her legs. I grin, knowing she’ll stop because she craves me, not her fingers.
“Go ahead. I’ll watch, spread those long legs and let me see you get my pink pussy off.” I cross my arms.
“I can’t believe you, you suck,” she hisses, turning away from me as she bites her lower lip. I can’t help but smile as she tries to hide herself and masturbate without me knowing even though I’m standing right here waiting for the show.
“You have to spread your legs, Courtney, so you can rub your clit,” I inform her as shoots me a glare, her eyes desperate.
“Clit, rub it.”
“I know how to…you’re unbelievable.” She bites her bottom lip, then stops.
“Next time, obey.” I throw her panties into the trash as she bolts up, her hands clenched and eyes staring daggers at me.
“Why do you like to torture me?” she snaps, as I move to her and tilt her head back. She’s so tiny, yet strangely, she fits perfectly against every part of me.
“I want your trust. Now, take all this frustration that you’re feeling and use it.” My hands move to cup her face. I can feel everything, she’s so raw, so desperate, she’s trembling.
And I like it. The way she fights me, then submits. It’s like her whole life she’s needed someone to take control. Take away her overwhelming burdens of having to be perfect. Christ, she doesn’t even know who the real Courtney Falcon is.
Strength and weakness, it’s essential, and I’m a master at knowing my own and others. Not gonna lie, I get off on it.
“Trust me.” Lowering my head as my breath touches the sensitive part of her ear, she shivers.
“Take all your anger and use it. Get that sweet ass into the booth and fucking unleash it on me.”
Her eyes dart to up to mine as we let this energy that seems to be suffocating the room immerse us.
“K.” She swallows, and those lips of hers might very well be my downfall.
My thumb moves to her fleshy bottom lip as I rub back and forth, dipping inside her mouth, then back to rubbing.
“Like two plump cherries,” I grunt as I dip my head to bite and suck on her. Courtney hisses but doesn’t move, her eyes flutter shut as if she just wants to feel, and nothing more.
Connected.
I smile as her breath stutters as I back up, needing to walk away. Not because I’m scared of these feelings, but because I know she is.