Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 24966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Isla. Your little pussy is the tightest I’ve ever felt.” My mouth watered, and I let my saliva drip out of my lips and drop onto her belly. “The wettest, tightest pussy I’ve ever had.”
I didn't have to tell her to rub my spit into her. She already did it, getting off on the act. A frenzy took hold of me, and I started pounding into her then. I wasn’t gentle, just gave her what I wanted.
The broken headboard banged against the wall as I willed her cunt to stretch and take every single inch of me. I gripped her throat as I slid in and out of her. “I’m going to fill you up with so much of my thick, hot cum it’s going to be dripping out of you for days.” I bared my teeth, my molars aching from how hard I was clenching.
“Go on. Milk my cock. Squeeze that little pussy around me.”
She had her hands on my pecs, dug her nails into my flesh until I bared my teeth at how painful it was, and I fucked her harder. “Feels good when you’re hurting me.”
The squelching sound of me tunneling in and out of her slippery pussy could have gotten me off on that alone. And I wasn't going to stop it.
I gripped her waist so tight I’d leave bruises, and I lifted her hips, angling her lower half up so I could get good and fucking deep. All she could do was hold on and take it.
She must have seen the look on my face that I was going to get off because she murmured, “Do it. Fill me up, Roman.”
I groaned and pulled her down at the same time I thrust forward, burying my thick rod in Isla so she felt me throb right when my balls slapped her ass. And then I came, shooting thick ropes of spunk into her pussy and making her take every drop.
Grunts left me, like I was a fucking beast rutting into my prey. I was aware of her crying out, felt her pussy clenching around me, and knew she was getting off, too. I was with it enough to reach between her legs and pinch her clit, making it hurt so her orgasm could peak.
With one heaving sigh of completion, I shook and twitched and pulled out of her. I grabbed my base and slapped her pussy with my shaft, then her lower belly, and finally straddled her face and forced my semi-hard cock into her mouth.
“Clean yourself off of me.”
She moaned and cupped my balls, rolling them between her fingers, and licked and sucked her pussy juices off of me. When she’d lapped at every inch of my cock and sac, I rolled onto my back, my wet and sloppy flesh landing on my belly with a juicy slapping sound.
I pulled her on top of me, her legs on either side of my waist, and immediately felt my cum dripping out of her pussy hole. “Good girl. Make that mess all over me.” I closed my eyes and exhaled before opening them again and looking over at the served fingers. The pocketknife was a few feet from them, my blood covering the tip of the blade.
“All mine,” I murmured, and she exhaled, her smaller body shivering.
“This is insane,” she finally said, and I grinned.
“Pretty sure everyone is a little insane, darlin’. What a boring world it would be if we were all sane.”
EPILOGUE
ROMAN
Six months later
For the first three months, I’d been in a state of total blissful insanity with Isla. She was the female version of me.
Fucked in the mind in the best of ways.
Embraced her trauma and used it to better herself in the most deranged way possible.
And was the perfect, twisted queen by my side to go on killing sprees with.
Even six months later, I was still thinking about the one-eighty Isla did and how she damn near fucked me back to sanity.
And for the last three months, we’d been hunting for one particular reason.
To find her ex-boyfriend who’d hurt her. And we’d found him. We stalked him. And we had him ready to meet whatever god he believed in.
Chris Vincent’s basement was silent except for his ragged breathing. He was chained to the support beam and struggled to stay conscious. The air was thick with the coppery scent of his blood, and the faint drip of it echoed in the enclosed space.
It was music to my fucking ears.
I stared at Isla, and my cold, black fucking heart beat harder at how gorgeous she was with the blood of her enemy covering her. She stood in front of Chris, her little pocketknife in hand, blood dripping off the tip and staining the concrete floor.
“This is fucking insane,” Chris sputtered, his lips swollen and bloody from her cutting them. “You’re fucking insane, Isla.”