Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
“Would you truly want to live here? Togetherness rather than freedom?”
I gesture to the room around us with a laugh. “Um,.. yes. Not much of a choice, is it?”
His expression stays serious. “It’s not about the place though, Cass. It’s about us. It’s about how sure you are that I’m your forever.”
I get a tiny little glimpse of vulnerability in him from across the table. Maybe just a hint of the little boy who didn’t feel loved by his mum.
Maybe that hurt is part of what’s made him so consuming, and so incredible, and so committed.
“You’re my forever,” I tell him. “I’m in for keeps, for as long as you’ll have me.”
“Ditto, princess.”
It’s me who clears the table as soon as our plates are empty, determined to do my part rather than sit back and be waited on by the hottest butler in the universe. He watches me work, and by the time I’ve set the dishwasher on to go he’s got a different look in his eyes. One that gives me tingles through my crappy PJs. The kind of look I was hoping for earlier, before we left the bedroom.
“I’ve got something to show you,” he says.
I have a feeling I know what it is, so don’t push him on it, just head upstairs and shower along with him, getting myself washed and ready for bed. I don’t get back into my crappy PJs. I choose a much more luxurious satin nightdress and do what I’m told as he points to the bed with a get your ass up and in there. I get a token little slap on my backside as I go.
When he joins me, he’s already got a hard-on, and his phone is in his hand. Yeah, I thought so. He’s got last night’s video to show me.
My heart thumps, because I’m genuinely not sure I want to see it. The memories come slamming back with a hammer blow as I see myself on the mattress onscreen, spreading myself wide as the first guy steps on in to join me.
“You were so fucking good,” Ant says. “Look at you on there, you dirty slut.”
The guy onscreen tosses his t-shirt to the side, drops his jeans and boxers and gets down on the mattress. I flinch inside at the sound of my voice as I speak such obscenities, but relax as I watch myself getting into it. I really have done ok. I lived up to the woman in Ant’s fantasy video as well as I could.
“Is your cunt wet?” Ant asks when we’re watching me bucking against the first guy’s face.
I nod, hitching up the satin of my nightdress so he can check it out. I rub my clit while he watches me.
“Nice taking random guys’ dicks, was it?”
I nod again as I start to take cock in my pussy onscreen. Ant must have spent a long time on this video this morning. The angles have been put together so seamlessly that it looks like a professional production.
He reads my mind.
“I came three times making this before you got up today, you horny bitch. Three times watching you be a filthy slut on camera.”
My fingers work at my clit, loving the thought as he continues.
“I’m ready to come again soon, you know that? I’m gonna pound your sore pussy and make you moan like the slut you were last night.”
He won’t have to work very hard. My clit is already tingling, breaths short as my eyes stay glued to the screen.
That’s me.
I did that.
I am the girl on the screen.
“Answer me,” Ant says, grabbing my attention. “You’re going to take my cum in your sweet sore cunt, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes… please give it to me… please… I want your cum in my cunt, even though it still hurts…”
I’m learning the language he likes and the tone he needs from me. He works his cock in his hand and lets out a groan.
“Fuck, yes.”
Biker guy is eating me out onscreen as Ant tugs me into position next to him and slams his cock into my pussy from behind, just like he did for the cameras last night. I have his phone in my hand as he thrusts into me, and he’s still watching too, eyes fixed on the video in front of us.
“Watching this would’ve been better than watching shitty fucking romcoms this afternoon,” he whispers. “We should say fuck it to movie days and watch this filth on the big screen instead. I’d work your slutty cunt for hours.”
Right now, I love the sound of it, squirming harder.
“You like being a dirty whore for guys, don’t you?” he coaxes. “Next time I’m going to push you harder. We need to get you prepped to take two dicks at once.”
I gasp as he pulls away far enough to open his bedside drawer. Fuck, he must have prepared for this. The glass dildo from the mattress room is in his hand. I’m staring as he squirts some lube onto it and works it up and down the shaft.