Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
His tongue is hot, insistent. It keeps teasing my sensitive clit, licking, and lapping at me, but it's not enough. I need more. I need to come.
"Master, please," I beg.
"Soon," he promises, his words vibrating against my pussy. "Soon, angel. Be patient."
"I can't."
"You can," he smirks. "And you will."
I groan, the sensations overwhelming me. The pleasure is too much, the blood flowing from my pussy only making it more intense. I cry out as his tongue laps at me.
"You taste like heaven," he growls.
His tongue thrusts inside me and I moan. It's too much. It's not enough. My hands fist in the sheets, and I arch my back, desperate to find some release.
"Oh, God," I breathe.
Xavier's thumb rubs circles around my clit, and he groans against my pussy, the vibrations driving me crazy.
"Fuck," I curse, and Xavier smacks my thigh, hard.
"Language," he scolds.
"I'm sorry."
He continues working me with his tongue, and his finger dips down, circling my ass.
"No," I pant.
"Relax," he orders. "You can take it."
His tongue dives back into my pussy and I cry out, the sensations almost too much. I'm panting, begging, and pleading, and still, he keeps working me.
"Oh, fuck," I breathe.
"Good girl," Xavier murmurs. "Let me hear you, angel. Let me hear how much you want it."
His finger slips inside my asshole, and he begins to work me, his tongue still lapping at my clit. The sensations are overwhelming. It feels so wrong, and so dirty.
"Fuck, Xavier," I pant.
He growls, his teeth grazing against my clit, and it's all I can take.
I scream, bucking my hips as the orgasm rips through me. He holds me down, his tongue lapping at me as I gush cum and blood all over him.
"Good girl," he murmurs. "That's it. Let it all go."
My body trembles, my legs shake, and my pussy throbs as the waves of pleasure wash over me.
"Xavier," I whisper, and he gets up, looking at me, his face smeared with blood.
"What is it, angel?" he asks.
"I want to taste myself," I say. "Come here."
He complies, his lips crashing against mine. I moan, tasting my blood and cum mixed together, and he groans into my mouth.
"Do you like how you taste, angel?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Good," he murmurs.
He unties my wrists, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close.
"That was incredible," I sigh.
"I'm glad," he chuckles. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Very much," I nod.
"I'm glad, angel," he smiles.
"We need to shower," I giggle. "Or someone might have to clean the room."
"It's fine," he laughs.
"No, it's not," I protest. "Come on."
"Fine," he grumbles. "Let's shower, then."
"Let's," I smirk.
"Are you going to be a brat?"
"Maybe," I smile, getting up. "Depends."
"On?"
"On whether you'll make me come again."
Xavier stares at me.
"In the shower," I smirk.
"Oh, that's very possible," he smirks.
"Good," I giggle, heading to the bathroom. "Come on."
"Bossy little thing, aren't you?"
"Just come here."
"I'm right behind you," he groans. "But don't walk around like that. You're naked, and your ass looks amazing."
"Why can't I walk around naked?"
"Because I might fuck you against the wall," he warns.
"Isn't that the plan?"
"Not if you want to take a shower," he laughs. "Get in, and turn the water on. Now."
"Yes, Master," I giggle, obeying.
He follows me, and I get under the water, washing myself. I moan as the warm water washes over me, relaxing my muscles.
"Turn around," Xavier orders.
"I'm not done," I protest.
"Now."
"Make me."
Xavier's eyes narrow, and he reaches out, turning me around himself.
"Bratty, are we?"
"Very much so."
"Do you need to be punished?"
"Maybe," I smirk.
He grunts, grabbing my arms and pinning them behind my back.
"Xavier, what are you doing?" I breathe.
"I'm going to give you the spanking of your life," he growls. "Then I'm going to fuck you, and make you come again. Is that clear?"
"Y-Yes," I reply.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master," I stammer.
"Good."
He pushes me against the wall, and his hand connects with my ass. It's hard, the slap echoing in the room. I gasp, and he does it again, the sharp pain shooting through me.
"You like that?" he groans.
"Yes, Master," I cry.
"How much do you like it, angel?"
"A lot," I whimper.
"Do you want more?"
"Please," I beg.
He spanks me again, and I moan, the sound reverberating against the tiles.
"Such a good girl," he praises.
He keeps spanking me, and I lose count of the times his hand comes down on my ass. All I know is that it feels so, so good.
"Fuck, angel," he curses.
His hand slides between my legs, and he presses his palm against my pussy. I moan, pushing against him, and he starts rubbing my clit.
"Xavier," I whimper.
"Come, angel," he whispers. "Let me hear how good it feels."
"It feels so good," I cry out. "So good, Master."
"Fuck, you're soaked," he growls.
"All for you, Master," I whimper.
"Come for me, Tallulah," he orders, his fingers sliding inside me.
"I'm going to come, Master," I whimper.
"Come on, baby," he growls. "Give me that cum."