Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Maybe instead of piercing her nipples and hanging a sign, I would just tattoo that phrase in a delicious curve over her pussy.
She was panting on the sofa when I rose from between her thighs for air.
My cock throbbed.
I needed her now. I needed to know how it felt to be buried to the hilt in a pussy dripping like hers and still quivering from her extreme orgasm.
Grabbing her hips, I flipped her over and threw the skirt of her dress over her head, exposing her ass that still wore the marks of her earlier punishment. I pressed my thumbs into two bruises forming on her hips as I thrust into her with everything I had.
“Fuck!” I swore again as I slammed into her over and over.
Her body squeezed me tight, pulsing around me like it was trying to milk my cock for my come. Sweat dripped down my brow as I gave her everything I had.
I pulled the skirt away from her head, and I could see her biting into the pillow, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure.
My hand reared up and came crashing down on her ass with a loud slap.
She screamed.
“Each one of those moans of pleasure and pain are mine. I created them. I earned them. I want them this time. You will not take them from me.” I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up and away from the throw pillow, then threw it on the floor.
She bit her lips, trying to muffle the sound, so I spanked her again. As my hand landed, her pussy squeezed my cock harder, making lights flash behind my eyes.
“Does my filthy little princess like pain with her pleasure?” I asked before spanking her again. “Answer me,” I yelled when she remained silent.
Still, she didn’t say a word.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You will answer me, or I am going to assume my cock in your cunt isn’t working for you, and you would rather I fuck your ass.”
“Please, don’t,” she cried as she clawed at the sofa seat cushion, trying to get away from me.
“I won’t, not yet, if you are a good girl and answer my question. Do you like it when I spank this ass while fucking you?”
She tried to hide her face in the cushion, so I pressed my thumb into her ass.
“Yes,” she screamed out. “I like it, I like the way it feels when you fuck me hard, and I like how it feels when you spank me. I even liked how it felt when you pushed your cock down my throat. It hurt, and I liked it.”
“My little princess likes being fucked like a whore.”
She didn’t say anything as I drove into her harder.
“Answer me,” I warned.
“You didn’t ask a question,” she said, trying to crane her head around to look at me.
I grabbed her hair in my fist, pulled it back like reins, and held her head up and facing forward, just high enough she could see the mirror on the opposite wall. I watched her watch us, and the way her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust told me everything I needed to know.
“Tell me you like being my little whore, or else.”
Olivia stared at her reflection in the mirror and said nothing.
I spanked her again, then spit on her asshole and pressed my thumb further inside as a clear warning.
She screamed again, tears pouring down her face as her body pulsed around me. She was on the verge of another orgasm, but so was I.
My balls were aching and tightening. I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“I like being your whore,” she cried out, as her body betrayed her and she came again.
“Good girl. Now beg me to fill you with my come.”
“I can’t.” She stared at me now in the mirror. Her face was a mess of smeared lipstick and melted mascara.
“Do it.” I pressed my thumb deeper into her ass.
“Please, Marksen, please come inside me. I want you to fill me up with your come. Please.”
I let go of everything with a roar, thrusting into her harder, until I was empty and completely sated in a way I didn’t know was possible.
I looked in the mirror at Olivia, at first afraid of what I would see.
Evidence that I was a monster and had ruined an innocent girl in a way that was impossible to come back from.
She should have been a crying mess that was terrified of me.
Instead, she looked calm and peaceful. She was still a ruined mess in need of a shower, and maybe a priest, but she looked satisfied and exhausted. She looked like a woman who was well-fucked and happy.
I got off of her, stormed across the room and snatched up the camera as I headed to my office, slamming the door behind me.