Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I anticipate him climbing on top of me, pushing me down into the mattress and jamming his cock inside me, fucking me roughly like he wants to break me.
I told him to use me, and I know he will.
I lick my lips in anticipation, listening for him since it’s too dark to see much.
He was still dressed when I came in, but I hear him draw his T-shirt off. When all that’s left on his body is his underwear, he climbs on the bed with me.
“Spread your thighs. I want to taste your pussy.”
For some reason, my legs won’t open.
Jonathan watches me for a second, but when I don’t move to do as he commanded, he grabs my thighs and wrenches them apart himself. “I said spread your fucking legs.”
My pussy pulses at his harsh words.
I gasp as he jerks me down the bed, forcing me closer to his face. I grab at the mattress, trying to pull myself back up away from him, but his grip is too firm.
I don’t want this.
“Jonathan—”
His mouth latches onto my pussy and I cry out, shoving at his head to push him away. He grabs my hands, pinning them together and holding them at the wrists with one hand, spreading my pussy open with the other and lapping at it with his tongue more hungrily as if to taunt me.
My tummy muscles contract and a sick thrill shoots through me as he holds me captive and runs his tongue over my clit.
This wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want pleasure, I just wanted to be used, but I can’t fight the thrilling sensations as his tongue moves methodically over my clit again and again, teasing and sucking on it while he holds my hands down so I can’t fight him. My thighs tremble and I gasp, the pleasure of it almost too much to bear.
“Jonathan,” I whisper cry, trying to free my hands and claw at the bedding, but I can’t.
He sucks on me harder.
My thighs shake violently, and I groan, feeling like I’m going out of my mind.
“Please,” I cry. “Please, Jonathan.”
He pulls away from my pussy just long enough to growl, “Shut the fuck up, Kennedy. I’ll use your pussy any way I see fit.”
A sick thrill shivers down my spine and heat spikes between my thighs at his words, then his mouth is on my pussy again, and I’m lost in a shaky mess of writhing ecstasy.
I try hard to keep my shameful cries quiet as he feasts on me like a beast with its favorite meal, but when I can’t hold on anymore and he makes me come, I lose all control, twisting my body and trying like hell to roll over so I can smother my cries in his pillow.
“Let me go, please,” I cry desperately.
He doesn’t. He keeps me there and laps at my pussy until the last tremor is wrung from my body, the last cry pulled from my throat.
Finally, he stops devouring my pussy and releases my hands, but only because he has already had his way—and so he can grab the satin belt from my robe off the floor.
What is he going to do with that?
I’m a little hesitant, but still utterly unable to move from the force and longevity of that soul-breaking orgasm.
His cock hangs heavy between his thighs as he climbs back up on the bed, then crawls over and collects my hands, pulling them together and winding the length of purple silk around them.
“You want that, hm?” he murmurs, seeing my gaze on his cock. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to stick it in at least two of your holes before we’re done tonight.”
I swallow, tearing my gaze from his thick cock and looking at my hands as he wraps the silky belt around my wrists. “What are you doing?”
He smiles and caresses my jaw. “Whatever the fuck I want to do. You’re my property tonight. You’ll take what I give you.”
I lick my lips, looking up at him. It shouldn’t be possible to feel arousal stirring when I just came, but there’s a telltale tension low in my tummy. Everything he says is perfect.
“Such a good little slut,” he murmurs almost lovingly, caressing my face, then grabbing my hair and using it to lift me to my knees. “Now, you look up at me as you take my cock. I want your eyes on me the whole time. You look away, I take your ass.”
My heart stalls. “I… I didn’t say you could do that.”
“Didn’t say I couldn’t, either. The rules have already been set, so I guess you’d better be a good girl and do as you’re told.”
I swallow as he drags my face closer to his cock. He tells me to lick it, so I do. He tells me to kiss it, so I do that, too.