Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
“I love that sound. Music to my ears. Training you might be easier than I thought. From now on, if I spank your ass, I want you wet. It makes me very happy when you’re wet and trust me, you want me happy with you.” He whispered this into my ear and then nibbled roughly on my earlobe, before flipping to his back so I was straddling him.
“Do you want my cock inside you, baby?” he asked, pulling at my hips and then sliding slowly into me.
“I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you!” I cried, shaking my head frantically, wanting desperately to get away.
His eyes radiated danger as he slid the rest of the way in, a muscle working in his jaw. “Oh fuck, yeah.” He began to tweak my nipples, making them go harder as he pulled up to sitting, still inside me, and holding my back tight, then attacking my neck hungrily with his mouth, nipping, suckling, kissing.
“I need to feel you come around me, Tia,” he mumbled into my hair as he rubbed tiny circles with his thumb between my legs, while pushing in and out of me.
Fuck, but it was building. I didn’t understand it. I went from pushing him away to digging my nails into his chest as I pushed. But then I felt my body clench around him involuntarily as he kept the rhythm going, pushing inside of me, kissing me, rubbing at my center. He slapped my ass again and then squeezed it, his angle making him hit that sensitive place inside me again, making me go off like a cannon. I screamed as the orgasm gripped me and twisted me up in knots. Now I was digging my nails into his back and pulling him to me.
He groaned my name and then it was over. I’d uncoiled like a spring and now I was boneless. We were both covered with sweat, my ass was probably covered in welts, my knees raw and bleeding from the carpet, his chest and back probably covered in claw marks.
He abruptly grabbed me by the chin and declared, “I’m gonna fucking marry you!”
He kissed me hard, closed-mouthed, but possessively, and then lifted me up, still straddling him and gently put me on the bed. I winced in pain as soon as my bottom touched the sheets.
“Turn over,” he told me. “Stay there.”
I rolled over onto my stomach, filled with despair, silently crying, tears streaming down my face, onto the bed. I saw a light go on and realized he’d gone to the bathroom. He came back and slathered some cream all over my sore bottom. Then he moved away and I heard the water running in the bathroom.
He climbed into bed beside me, leaned over, and ran his fingers through my hair gently, then pulled my torso on top of his body. I tried to pull away, but he gripped me tighter, “Uh-uh,” he warned. Tears burned in my eyes and I went limp and just let him pull me close.
What the heck? I came harder than I’d ever come and it happened the second he slapped me that final time. What kind of twisted, hellish rabbit hole was he dragging me into? He refused to let me go despite that I tried to worm away, so I silently cried myself to sleep on top of him, dripping tears all over his probably scratched up chest. And all the while he said nothing, just lay still, stroking my hair. I could feel that he loved every single minute of it. Sick bastard.
As I started to drift off to sleep, I heard him say, “I’ll take good care of you, baby. You’re doing good. So good.”
What on earth was I in for with this man?
I stared down at her face while she slept diagonally across my chest, no blankets on as her bare ass had been covered in cream. She was so fucking perfect. The fight was something I’d wanted, needed, and she gave it to me. But, it infuriated me when I’d found her dry unlike last night.
The way she responded after that couldn’t have been more amazing. She was already giving me everything I craved, and I knew that I could easily take her down the roads I wanted to travel down. I could take her there, get what I needed, and then comfort and care for her afterwards. But, what I was doing niggled at me. And that meant I was losing control. And I had to slow down, so I didn’t break her too far.
The crying herself to sleep on top of me was the fucking cherry on the top. I’d never wanted that before. When I was done, I was done. But with her, I wanted to hold her afterwards, feel her tears hit my chest, whisper comforting words into her ear. I could break her down and then care for her after, and the feeling when she went soft in my arms and fell asleep...