Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Wet fucking pussy, just for me.
I normally wouldn’t give two shits because I could get pussy anytime. But this one right here … It’s forbidden. Off-limits.
And that makes me want it more than anything.
I lick her little swollen nub, spreading her own wetness all over. She tastes like chocolate, rich, mouth-watering, the kind that makes me want to sink in deep. So I bury my tongue inside her crevice while keeping her down with a flat hand on her back.
“Why are you doing this?” she gasps.
I circle her clit until I can hear her breathing pick up. “Because I want to fucking lick this pussy raw until you beg for mercy.”
“Fuck you,” she grits.
“Keep pretending you don’t like being used,” I growl back, and I roll my tongue around her sensitive spots until she begins to squirm on the table. “It only makes me that much harder.”
My bulge strains against the fabric of my pants, desperate to get out and plow through this whore of mine. But first, I’ll bring her to the edge of insanity.
I flick my tongue across her little nub until she practically starts to moan out loud. “Oh God, you gotta stop.”
“Give me one good reason.”
“I can’t hold it,” she lisps.
“Then don’t.” I keep circling her sensitive spot until her whole body starts to quake. “Give me all you’ve got, Pen. Every last fucking drop.”
A strangled moan escapes her mouth, and her pussy explodes with juices. I lap it all up and stick my tongue inside to feel her contract, and fuck me, I could get used to this.
“Again,” I say.
She gasps. “What? No, I can’t—”
I slap her ass.
“Don’t fucking deny me what’s mine, slut,” I growl, and I bury my face between her thighs again. “I want to eat my fucking pussy. Now give it to me.”
“Oh my God,” she murmurs, but her voice is laced with lust.
Hate me, love me, I don’t fucking care, I’m getting what’s mine.
“Call me by my name, Pen.”
“I wasn’t calling you,” she growls back.
“Don’t pray to God when you’re being licked by the devil himself.”
Her legs tighten around me, but I push them apart and dig my nails into her skin so she complies. And I lap her up like there’s no tomorrow, sucking on her until she falls apart again right on top of that fucking library table.
A soft moan escapes her mouth. “F-Fuck …”
She looks spent, like a whore doped out on crack.
Exactly the way I like it.
SLAP!
“Ow!” she growls as I throw a flat hand on her pussy. “What the fuck?”
“Bad pussies need a spanking,” I say.
And she definitely needs a wake-up call.
“Bad pussy?” she parrots.
“You thought I’d let you get away with stabbing me?” I raise a brow. “Not a chance.”
“You just fucking licked m—”
“I took what I wanted from this pussy. And now I want it punished. Easy.”
I spank her ass next, and it has her bumping up against the edge of the table. “Jiggle that ass more, Pen, and I will fucking claim that ass like it belongs to me.”
“What?” she gasps. “You don’t intend to—”
I stick two fingers inside her, and she practically mewls with delight. She swallows her moan back down, but half of it still leaves her mouth like a strangled mess, and it makes my killer heart throb.
“I’ll take your asshole if I want to, whenever I want to,” I say, slowly pushing farther and farther inside until I’m knuckle deep. “Every hole—every orifice—is mine to use and fuck.”
Penelope
“You really are a sick fucker,” I quip, gasping when he suddenly pulls out in one go.
Fuck.
How did I find myself in this position again? Bent over a table, used by a sicko like I’m some kind of fuck doll.
He holds up his fingers in front of my face. Both his fingers are coated with my juices. “Yet you’re wet as can be.”
I’m mortified.
Because I know he’s fucking right. I’m still throbbing from him touching me. And the stone-dead look on his face is aggravating to say the least.
It’s like he doesn’t even care about what he’s doing.
Like all of this is just a game to him.
A game … to see how easily he can break me.
He thrusts in again, stopping my train of thought. All I can focus on is those fingers deep inside me, curling up until he hits the spot that almost makes me want to gyrate against the table.
Fuck. What’s happening to me?
“You’re so fucking wet for me. You really want to be fucked that badly by me, whore?”
I keep my mouth shut. I won’t give him any more reasons to be crueler than he already is.
A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly fades.
His dark, soulless eyes home in on mine as he pulls out. “Maybe it’s about time I did.”