Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I gasp, back arching.
“That’s right,” he coos. “Oh, fuck, I love the look on your face right now. Like you’re in pain and you love it. God, I love filling you up and spreading you wide. I love making you moan and scream. I love hurting you, Mirella. I love making you come. I want to break you and fuck you and fill you to the brim with my seed.”
“Yes, god, yes, keep going,” I whisper to him. I’m controlled, pinned, his big hands dominating my wrists as he licks my nipples and sucks them hard, almost hard enough to hurt. He bites them, and I wriggle against him, struggling, gasping, but he bites me again, sucks my nipples, bites them a third time. He strokes in and out, his thick cock plunging deep inside the whole time, and the contrast between him fucking me and teasing my breasts is almost too much to take.
He smirks as he bites my lower lip. “You like it when I hurt you,” he says, biting my shoulder. “You like it when I leave my mark.”
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, admitting it more to myself than to him. I didn’t know I felt like this, but the combination of a little pain with a lot of pleasure only intensifies everything. “I love it when you spank me. Does that make me a bad girl?”
“It makes you a dirty fucking girl,” he growls as he fills me faster. “It makes you a filthy girl, Mirella. Getting fucked by your patient. Getting dominated by me. Giving yourself to me, letting me lick your soaking cunt, letting me fuck you however I choose.” He pins my wrists down tighter and rolls his tongue around a nipple before biting down.
“Fuck,” I say, gasping as my back arches, and he’s sliding in and out, hitting my G-spot over and over again. My eyes roll into the back of my head and his one hand releases my wrist and wraps around my throat as he fucks me faster, faster, and I hear myself from a distance pleading for him to keep going, and he growls at me like a beast, his cock stretching me wide and filling me, and I come again in a massive explosion. He watches me the whole time, enraptured by my face and my body, and as I finish, he pulls out, turns me over, and pins me on my belly.
His palm smacks down on my bare ass while my orgasm ebbs and I scream out his name. He plunges into my pussy again, fucking me savagely, not giving me a chance to breathe. I gasp as he takes me rough and full force, spanking me, pulling my hair, and the one orgasm turns into another, rolling from one peak to another peak, and I’m shuddering and twisting under his grip as he keeps going, fucking me savagely, mercilessly, and I come again, and again, until my ears are ringing with bliss and he roars as he fills me to the brim, his seed deep between my legs and dripping down my thighs.
We collapse into the sheets together. I bury my face in his chest and he wraps his arms around my body. His cock is still between my legs and I feel him, slick and hard. I breathe his smell, wanting to savor it, unable to get enough of his spicy, musky scent.
“This is what you do to me,” he whispers as he kisses my head. “God, Mirella. You make me want to give everything up and stay in bed with you forever. I don’t know how you do it.”
“I suspect the sex helps.”
He chuckles and tilts my chin up. He kisses me gently, nibbling my lips.
“You have no idea, little princess. You came into my life at the right time. Now, let me take you to my shower and clean you. Can I do that?”
I blink at him, surprised, but nod slowly. “If you want to.”
“I want to.”
He rolls out of bed and lifts me up. I laugh in surprise as he carries me into a large tile-covered bathroom. His shower is massive, easily enough for two people, and he gets me under the warm water. I laugh awkwardly at first as he soaps me top to bottom, lavishing attention and praise on my skin and body, but quickly the awkwardness dissipates and I bask in the warm glow of him.
“Look at these breasts,” he says, kissing my nipples. “So beautiful. And your elbows are perfect. I love your fingers, and your nails, and your lean arms. Your shoulders are perfect, my little Mirella.” He heaps compliments on me, cleaning me slowly, luxuriating in my body. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and it’s the closest I’ll ever come to being truly worshiped by someone.