Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Fuck you, Daimon. Fuck you!” I took abuse from not one spoilt kid, but many because of him.
“FUCK ME? FUCK ME?” he roared, his eyes nearly bugging out as he leaned toward me, beating his chest.
“YEAH, FUCK YOU!” I shouted back.
Daimon took two menacing steps forward and grabbed onto my face and forced a kiss on me. I tried to fight back, hitting him on the chest, but he was stronger than me. I felt the wall as I hit it hard with my back. His kiss was firm as he seized my mouth. His soft lips were rigid and demanding. He wanted me. I tried to push him off again, but my body grew weak with my need for him. My lips relaxed as my mouth opened to let him in. His tongue claimed ownership, as he began licking the seam of my lips. He pulled away just for a mere moment and then assaulted me again with his hot kisses. His hands moved down my body, touching me everywhere. He finally reached the end of my skirt and hiked it high over my thighs. I was left completely open to him as his hands caressed up and down my body. Finally, he grabbed onto my breasts and kneaded them roughly almost to the point of pain. God, I loved the pain.
I grabbed onto the nape of his neck and pulled him in, wanting more. He bit the lower part of my lip, making me whimper. I could faintly hear the sound of his zipper as he undid his jeans. He slid his leg between mine and pushed me up. My wet pussy lay on his thigh. I moved, seeking my sweet orgasm. Daimon growled as he reached for my button-down shirt and ripped at it, exposing my bra, the very bra he had bought me. He looked down and licked his lips. He then grabbed me from underneath my arms and pushed me up. He leaned in and devoured my breasts with his hot mouth. I grabbed at his hair, wanting more. He growled loudly as he put me down. Putting his finger inside my panties he pushed them to one side, causing another groan of need to escape my parted lips. His hard length nudged at my entrance, sipping on my essence. He then surged forward. I bucked up feeling how big he was and how tight I was around him. He groaned as his pelvis finally hit my mound. My pussy instantly became wetter, feeling Daimon’s possessiveness.
“Fuck me?” he challenged, his voice controlled as he pumped inside. “No, you, Addie, you are going to fucking fuck me. You’re going to fuck me hard,” he barked as he hammered away at me. I clasped my hands around his neck as he rocked into me.
“You dress like that only for me,” he said in a tortured voice. “Only for my eyes.”
He pounded harder as though trying to make me understand his ownership of me. I moved my hips seeking my release. I felt utterly ravished as he feverishly fucked me. I could feel his cock swell. He was close. I hungrily sought out more. I needed more.
“My Addie,” he bit out, and with those two words, my orgasm came barreling down. My body shook to its very core. Daimon kept pushing forward as he came inside me. With one last thrust, he cried out.
Standing against the wall breathless, Daimon slowly released me, as I found my footing, trying to regain my breathing. I could feel his hot cum slowly slide down my leg.
“What just happened?” I asked, more to myself than Daimon.
“Addie,” Daimon said as he sought out my face.
“No,” I said, feeling more of his warm cum seeping out of me. I moved away from him to get to the bathroom, but he seized my hand and pulled me back. He then placed his hands on either side of my face and made me look at him.
“I’m a greedy man, Addie. Once I have what I want, I want more of it and you are what I want. My need for you is a lot greater than you know.” His deep voice reverberated inside me as I stood, thoroughly fucked by Daimon. I tried to move my face but he held on.
“Haven’t you realized it yet? You don’t hesitate anymore. You want my touch. You want this, so why can’t you just let it happen?” he bit out.
“Because I hate you,” I snapped. “I hate how much you pull me into your world. I hate how much I seek it out!” I cried out.
“Is it that bad? Being pulled in by me? Why can’t you just let it happen? Why do you need to fight what’s between us?” he asked roughly.
“Because I can’t!” I fired back.
“Why?” he demanded.