Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Mine!
I’m the first one to be there.
Her mumbled cry makes me smile as I force my way into her. She’s so fucking tight. Well, the best I can in this position. I would prefer her ass up in the air so I can really get deep, but I’ll do that when I get her back to my place.
I wasn’t joking when I told her that everyone will know she belongs to me. I have all night to have her any way I want. To mark my territory. And I can’t wait to see the look on Matt’s face when I take her back to the house of Lords. He should have taken my warning as the threat it was. I won’t make the same mistake he did. I’ll put a leash on her so fucking short, she won’t be able to breathe without my permission.
Dropping my face to her neck, I kiss her wet skin, pieces of her hair stick to my lips as I pull my hips back and shove them forward, forcing more incoherent noises from her gagged mouth.
“Fuck, Blake.” Her already tight pussy clamps down on my dick, and my breathing picks up. My free hand drops to her other thigh, and I lift it as well, using my body to press her back into the building. I start fucking her hard with fast thrusts without protection. I will never use a condom with her. No reason to. I’m clean, and I know she is too.
I haven’t had sex in over three years—since I took the oath the summer before my freshman year. This is why the tradition was started. It shows us what it’s like to taste power. Owning her is just a small fraction of what I will do once I graduate from Barrington. The Lords don’t want us spending our college years letting pussy get in our way. We have to prove that our loyalty to the Lords is more important than our dicks.
I forgot how good pussy feels. How warm, soft, and pliable as it stretches to accommodate my size. And she’s so wet, yet there’s still just enough resistance that I have to force it. It’s taking my breath away. My hand just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
My balls tighten on their own, and I grind my teeth, not wanting it to be over. But bringing her out here wasn’t the best idea. There’s always a chance someone could walk back here and see her, but the Lords are still inside going through the ritual. I wanted to be first tonight because I wasn’t going to fucking wait any longer.
Knowing I can’t hold it off, I drop her legs and pull out because I’m going to come any second.
Stepping back from her, I grab her dress and yank her forward, forcing her to her knees. Reaching into her mouth, I pull out her underwear and grip her hair at the crown with that hand, yanking her head back. “Open your mouth,” I rush out through gritted teeth.
She parts her lips and stares up at me, tears running down her makeup-smeared face.
Fucking beautiful! Just like I knew she’d be.
I grip my wet cock with my free hand just in time to stroke it once before I come all over her face with a groan. The force behind it almost knocks me to my knees. Leaning forward, I have to let go of her hair to place my hand on the building behind her to keep myself upright.
Fuck me!
It was worth it. For it to be with her. Knowing that I can do that as much as I want whenever I want. It’s an ego-stroking moment, for sure. The power of that alone is almost a high, like being inside her.
Pushing off the wall, I try to calm my breathing as I look down at my dick. There’s not any blood that I can see. But I’ve fucked enough women before college to know that not all of them bleed. I figured the odds of her doing so were small. When I dropped her off at her apartment after the party, I went through her drawers and found all the toys that I’m guessing she uses on herself. Anything like that could have stretched her hymen over the years. Plus, she didn’t bleed when I finger-fucked her. Shoving my dick into my jeans, I zip them up.
Crouching down to her level, I reach out and run my finger through the cum that’s smeared across her cheek. “Tongue out,” I order.
She swallows before parting her lips and doing so. “Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers, her body shaking. Running my finger across her tongue, I clean it off. Then I run three fingers along her chin, picking up more, and stick them into her mouth, pressing them to the back of her throat and forcing her head back. She gags, eyes blinking with fresh tears, but she doesn’t try to pull her head away. “Close.”