Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
I was Julian’s slut whenever I wanted to be now, and that was a huge amount of the time.
We both worked from the same home office. Him writing hot, dirty filth, and me blogging about it. A life of dreams.
I’d been almost nineteen when he’d hit publish on his first novel – The Girl Downstairs, and it went viral on my nineteenth birthday, hitting the top one hundred with a boom. He’d written two since, both of them winners. He could say it was Lola’s cover design that had launched his career into the romance world with a bang all he wanted, and she deserved one hell of a lot of credit, sure, but that wasn’t it. His words were magic, just like her covers were. And so were his fantasies… all of them.
He tugged my dress up, a sweet white one I’d chosen on purpose, because I knew it drove him crazy. He ran the whisk up and down my pussy lips, and I sucked in a breath. It really was a big one. Much bigger than the last.
“You can take it,” he said, reading my mind. “I’ll make sure of it.”
I had no doubt of that. Fuck, it was going to stretch me open to a whole other level, though.
I spread my pussy lips for him, and he twirled his filthy tongue around my clit, driving me wild in seconds. I’d been desperate for it all day. Birthday balloons, and shopping for the visitors coming tomorrow, and making sure the guest rooms were ready had taken up hours, and now I was desperate. Julian’s desperate little slut.
As well as his fiancée.
He’d proposed to me last year, just three days after his divorce had come through. That’s how sure he was of it. I was going to be his, on paper as well as in words. Undisputable.
He spat on his fingers before he pushed three right inside me, but it wasn’t enough. I begged him for more. More, more, more, always more, and he always delivered. Pushing me beyond boundaries I never knew I had.
His thumb was on my clit as he pumped his fingers inside me, and I heard my wet pussy nice and loud as I tipped my head back.
“More…”
“Take what you’re given, slut.”
I gave him a cheeky, slutty smile.
“It’s my birthday, Julian. Spoil me.”
“Not yet, it’s not. If you’re a good girl, you can get all the spoiling you want tomorrow.” I loved the sound of his voice, emanating pure lust. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, hmm?”
“Yes. I’m always a good girl. Always.”
I braced myself on my elbows, relaxing into the way he worked me. Three fingers turned to four, and he twisted them deep, making me cry out. He loosened me like a master, but my pussy still gripped his fingers like a vice, muscles ready to clamp around metal spines.
The whisk had become quite infamous online. Luckily, my friends and family avoided Julian’s novels. The covers were more than enough for them.
“I need to see inside your beautiful cunt,” he said. “All the way in. Spread and hungry.”
“Do it, then.” I looked at him with needy eyes. “Make me take it.”
His tongue was the perfect accomplice to the work of his hand. I was a squelching, bucking mess as he got me ready, lying flat against the kitchen island as he used me. He bit the insides of my thighs, sucking to leave his marks. I knew I’d be dirty for him under my birthday dress tomorrow, with his filthy words and his love bites all over my skin. Our secret, dirty sins.
“Fuck me…” I moaned. “Do it, Julian. Fuck me. Stretch me with that whisk like I’m a dirty little slut.”
“My pleasure.”
I knew it was bigger than the last one, but I had no idea just how cutting it would feel as he tried to work it inside me. I screwed my eyes shut tight, crying out as it strained, almost buckling under the pressure. Only I never would.
“Your cunt is so fucking pretty,” Julian said, and I knew he had his phone set to record, staring up at me with the camera aimed between my legs. “Here,” he said. “Hold it.”
I took hold of the phone, smiling with dirty joy as I held it in position to film my own pussy getting stretched. He had hundreds of videos, and thousands of words, all about me and what he’d done to me – and fantasies of what he wanted to do next. He was still offering me chapters every day.
I didn’t think I could take it when he gave the whisk a little twist until the wires were at their widest. The stretch was the biggest I’d ever felt, and I knew he’d be able to see right inside me.