Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
My hands clamped around her hips, keeping her in place, as I thrust my own hips again.
This time, the bulbous head of my cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle at the top of her throat.
She gurgled and choked on my shaft as I shoved deeper down her throat.
Using my grip on her hips, I shifted my hands under her body to cup her ass. I then lifted my arms, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth.
Christ, her mouth was tight and wet.
I flicked her clit harder with my tongue, lapping up the sweet cream of her arousal. I needed her to come again before I would allow my own release.
Her thighs wrapped around my head and squeezed as I lifted my torso even higher. This movement pushed my hips forward. My balls rested against her face as I forced her to swallow my shaft to the base.
I thrust backward, pulling out for a moment to allow her to suck in a gasping breath.
As I tilted my head to the side, I playfully nipped at her inner thigh with my teeth. “I won’t stop face fucking your pretty mouth until you come, understand me?”
“I can’t. It’s too much! I can’t,” she responded breathlessly, her nails digging into my thighs in a feeble attempt to keep me from pushing back inside.
“Then you’ll be choking on my cock all night until you do,” I said before I pushed deep inside the sweet warmth of her mouth again.
It was extreme, and I’d never dream of engaging in this type of rough sexual play with a virgin, or someone less experienced than my future bride.
However, I knew there were two critical things that needed to happen if our marriage was to have any chance of success.
The first was she needed to recognize my authority.
And the second was I needed to recognize her need for validation through sex. A need that had driven her to seek ever increasingly taboo and kinky sexual experiences. Just one of those being fucking her father’s soldati, only to move on to the even more dangerous capos.
Only through the hot sting of the lash would I be able to achieve both objectives with her.
Knowing her clit was still stimulated from the electrical pulses, I knew, better than she, that she was capable of another intense orgasm.
Increasing the rhythm of my tongue, I laved, licked, and flicked the tiny nub until her thighs clenched around my ears, her body stiffening and her hips bucking.
The moment the ripples of her release ceased, I lowered her legs back to the bed.
Gazing down at her pink lips stretched around my thick shaft, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer either. “That’s it, baby. Swallow my cock. Choke on it.”
She gasped as I pulled back, then thrust in.
By now, her gag reflex had weakened. My cock slipped easily down the column of her throat. Fascinated, I gently wrapped my hand around her neck and felt the press of my cock through her thin skin against my palm as I thrust.
“Fuck, baby. You’re being such a good girl by taking my cock down your tight little throat,” I rasped as my balls tightened.
The pressure along my shaft increased.
“Here it comes, baby. Don’t you dare fucking spit it out this time,” I growled.
After several long thrusts, I threw my head back and roared as I shot my come into her mouth.
Her shoulders shook as she choked.
I pulled back slightly, fisting my shaft and watching my come coat her tongue, then pool inside her mouth.
Using the head of my cock, I traced her lips. “Swallow.”
With her mouth open and filled with come, she shook her head slightly while breathing through her nose.
Stretching my arm out, I retrieved the riding crop from its precarious perch near the footboard.
Without warning, I whipped both her nipples as I pressed the electric shock button.
Her legs curled up as she cried out… allowing my come to slip down her throat.
She choked again, and then turned onto her side as she swallowed it all.
I perched on the edge of the bed, running my thumb across her lips and collecting the drops of come from the corners before holding her jaw and pushing my finger between her lips. “Suck.”
She blinked several times up at me as she closed her lips around the base of my thumb and sucked the come off it.
To help her resist the temptation to impulsively talk back to me despite the painful lesson she just learned, I kept my thumb in her mouth. “I hope you appreciate that I’ve shown you the kindness you failed to show my staff.”
Her brow furrowed as she pulled on my wrist, attempting to dislodge my thumb. “Kumdpness?”
“You’d be wise to remember… a stable master doesn’t break in a pony with taps from a riding crop while she is tucked into her stall.”