Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt exposed and vulnerable. He entrapped me in his beautiful eyes as he entered me again, slowly at first. My pussy gripped every thick inch of him, and I moaned his name, feeling the pleasure build inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good," he growled. He began thrusting into me again, harder, and faster. The new position added a hint of pain. I whimpered, trying to push against him to gain some relief. He ignored my protests and continued, fucking me harder. His eyes never left mine, as if daring me to resist his control. The pain and pleasure melded together in a confusing maelstrom within me.
The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, the bed creaking beneath us, the slap of skin on skin, and our gasps and moans filling the air. “Do you want my come, deliciae?" he rasped, his eyes flashing with predatory hunger. "Do you want me to fill your pussy up?"
I bit my lip, torn between the pain and pleasure overwhelming me. A part of me screamed to escape his madness, while another part relished the twisted thrill coursing through my veins.
"Yes," I gasped, feeling shockingly alive under his dominance.
At the sound of my submission, Alexander's face contorted with pleasure. He thrust into me harder, hitting a spot inside me that set off a chain reaction throughout my entire body. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his breath against my neck. "You like feeling my cock stretch you wide."
I could only whimper in response, lost in the sensation of him inside me. I was completely at his mercy.
"You're mine now," he growled, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Mine to fuck and fill with come whenever I want."
He thrust harder, hitting that spot until I felt myself teetering on the edge. Tears streaming down my cheeks, my chest heaving.
“Please Alexander,” I cried, desperate for release.
He flashed me a predatory grin. “You beg so pretty.” He leaned down, my feet damn near beside his ears now. “You want me to make you come?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. “You want my seed inside you?”
I nodded frantically, unable to form words.
“Say it,” he commanded, his voice husky with desire. “Tell me you want my come inside you.”
I struggled for breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “I want your come,” I begged. “Please.”
"Come for me, beautiful," he commanded, his voice dripping with power. "Show me how much you love taking my cock." He hit that spot inside me again, and my body erupted in a wave of pleasure.
I came clawing at his back, unintelligible words falling from my mouth. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. He groaned my name, his voice low and rough as he began to come with me.
"Fuck, deliciae, you’re perfect," he growled, his hips still rocking into me as he emptied himself. I could feel every pulse of his cock, every twitch and throb as he filled me up with his seed. It was dirty and raw and before I knew it, I was coming again. My entire body shuddered as pleasure washed over me. I cried out, clinging to him as I rode out the intense orgasm.
Tears streamed down my face as he continued to rock into me, drawing out both of our orgasms and prolonging the pleasure. His cock was still hard inside me, and I could feel every inch of it as he moved. He pushed as deep as he could, capturing my whimper with his lips and kissing me deeply.
His body stilled, and he remained buried inside me, our mouths moving against one another. I ran my hands up and down every part of him I could reach. When he finally pulled out and lowered my shaking legs from his shoulders, I could feel his come leaking from my pussy. I could feel how much he had given.
It filled me with a strange mix of arousal and shame. He remained hovering over top of me, reaching down to push the excess come that was leaking from me back inside. The act was both repulsive and erotic, reminding me of our twisted connection. He looked down at me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and a renewed hunger.
“Every drop of this is because of you, Lolita." He brought his fingers up and rubbed them across my lips, forcing me to taste what remained. “Is it so terrible? Being fucked by the Devil?”
I rolled my lips together, tasting us.
“How does it feel coming until your beautiful eyes are leaking tears? Does it disgust you? Do you hate me?”
My breath hitched, my body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened. Confusion, desire, anger—they all swirled together inside me, making it impossible to settle on just one feeling. I tried to gather my thoughts, to figure out how I truly felt, but everything was tangled, knotted so tightly that I didn’t know where to begin.