Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Even your ass is pretty, baby. I’ll take a picture.”
“What?” I manage into the bedding as his weight shifts behind me and I hear the clicking sound of a photo being taken, then he tosses his phone onto the bed next to my face.
“Look, baby. That’s your virgin asshole. It’s so pretty, I’m going to have a painting commissioned from that picture. Then, when I’m done fucking you in it, I’ll take another picture, have another painting done.”
He sounds so excited and proud, and I open my mouth to say…something.
But the blunt pressure of the head of his cock against me steals my voice.
All I can think is he is crazy as his hands cover mine where I’m still holding myself wide, and the pressure increases as dark pleasure swirls through me.
“I’ll get a picture of your pussy, too. Have a painting done of that as well. Then, your tits. Then your mouth with my cock in it. I’ll have a whole gallery in our home dedicated to your pretty body parts. A very private gallery.”
“Tor, wait—”
“The time for waiting is long gone, baby, and remember I told you never to lie to me. You don’t want me to stop, do you? You want your husband inside you everywhere. Whenever he wants. Makes me love you more.”
With that, I’m stretched, painfully, impossibly slow. He hums encouragement and soft words as that massive organ slides forward, opening this most vulnerable part of me with such calm care, it feels more like a worship service than an assfuck.
“Good girl. Slow and steady.” He pauses every few seconds and I catch my breath. One hand eases up my back, fingers gathering my hair into a fist. “Look at me.”
His order is paired with a tug to the side, forcing my eyes backwards.
He’s honestly majestic. Kneeling behind me, face in a tense mask, but there’s a softness in those blue eyes that penetrate my soul as his cock penetrates my body.
Our eyes stay locked as he rocks in and out, pain taking my breath away, but he seems to sense when it’s too much. He eases back, then stays motionless for as long as it takes for the discomfort to subside.
I’m panting before long as he repeats that process until my body is gushing, my flesh prickling with heat and a desire so deep takes over I start to push myself back onto his impossibly thick girth.
I make a needy, desperate sound and close my eyes, letting it all just happen, the raw sensations of the piercing pain and pulsing pleasure short-circuiting what’s left of my logical brain.
“Tell your husband to fuck your ass. I want you to ask for it, wife.”
The softness vacates his blue eyes, replaced by a savage, icy look as I realize how much restraint he’s showing.
The passage of time is warped and unrealistic, but he’s been easing himself inside me for a half hour?
More?
“Say it,” he demands this time, and a shiver penetrates my skin.
He gives me a solid thrust to punctuate his command, and although there’s pain, there’s more pleasure.
I make a purring, whimpering sound as the weight and warmth of his hand that was still covering mine leaves.
A burning strip of pain curls down my back as he rakes his fingernails down my flesh.
I let out a gasp and hear myself yelling, “Please, husband, fuck me there. Fuck my ass, please.”
He lets out a low groan and a snarl, his fingernails digging into my shoulder, tugging my body back onto his length as he starts to pump in and out in earnest.
“You need this, don’t you? You need me taking you. Pushing you. Owning you. Marking you.”
“Yes.” I half cry into the mattress as he starts the fucking part of this adventure, and with each movement, my breath expels from my lungs in hot bursts.
Within five strokes, he’s moving in and out and the pain blends with the pleasure, indistinguishable now because it’s all just overwhelming sensation. His scent is spicy and mixing with the thick smell of sex as he starts to pound inside me.
“We just lost our virginity together, wife. You are mine forever, don’t ever dream of trying to leave. I’ll hunt you down.”
There’s red flags flying all around, but God help me, his possessiveness makes my pussy weep. My insides clench as the sound of slapping skin and the bump of his balls against my folds is turning me inside out.
His length moves into me now with grunts and lurches. I’m taking him to his base, thickness filling me, pulling back, filling me again.
Just yesterday, I was the girl in the red dress, dreaming of a free meal with a guy I knew would be horrible.
What was I thinking? Searching for something and taking every opportunity to make choices that wouldn’t get me what I wanted.