Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Then he pulled out and did it again.
Over and over, but every single time, it hurt less. As the pain dissipated, it was replaced by something else, something addictive.
“That’s it, baby girl, take it. Love it. Does it still hurt?”
I nodded.
“Does it feel good too?”
Again, I nodded as he angled his hips to brush against my front wall, and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.
A deep, satisfying moan pulled itself from my throat, and he laughed.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby, take every inch of it and get addicted to my cock. This is the only dick that will ever be inside this tight little cunt. I own you, now.”
“Yes, sir.”
He grabbed my upper thighs, digging his fingers into the fresh marks that he had left during my spanking, sending another shock of delicious pain through my body as he pushed into me harder, faster.
The more he pushed into me, the better it felt, and soon, I couldn’t control my cries of pleasure. I didn’t want to.
I could feel the pressure building at my core, and I knew that he was right.
I was going to be addicted to this cock.
There had to be a way out of this before he ruined me forever.
CHAPTER 17
LUCIAN
Three times.
I took her three more times until we both passed out in my bed, with her cuddling into my arms, her body pressed against mine so she didn’t sleep in the wet patch she had left.
It had been some time since I had been with a woman who was so greedy for pleasure that I was able to push her to the point of soaking through sheets.
There was something supremely satisfying about that.
I had not intended to miss an entire day of work the day before.
But, if my plans were to go the way I needed them to go, I had to make sure Stella had no other options.
Taking her virginity, as well as her money, left her pretty much in my hands.
There was no other bargaining chip a girl like her had.
It was 4:00 a.m. when I woke up. The alarm clock on the side of my bed told me that I still had another hour of sleep if I wanted it.
I didn’t. What I wanted was still fast asleep in my arms.
So I took her.
I shifted her body until she was lying on her stomach.
I could see the bruises I had left on her thighs and ass in the soft, ambient pre-dawn light that was coming from outside.
Just having this girl in my arms was enough to make my cock harder than it had been when I was in my twenties. I could outperform every man my age, but with her, I could outperform any man in the city.
I pulled her hips up, and even in her sleep, she was so desperate for me that she pulled her knees up and responded as I pushed them apart.
I pressed my cock inside her more gently than I would have preferred, but I knew she would be sore. I used that to my advantage, glorifying in the delicious groan of pain and pleasure coming from her lips.
Her pussy was still soaking, although I wasn’t sure if it was more from my come or if she was still greedily wanting more.
Stella Deiderich was a cock-hungry little thing, and she was all mine.
I hadn’t counted on that.
It was actually going to make my plans easier and much more enjoyable.
She woke as I pushed fully in, her back arching and her hips adjusting, giving me better access.
I thrust in again, and she moaned, pushing her hips up further, begging for more.
There wasn’t time for marathon sex this morning. So I reached down under her and tweaked her sensitive, swollen little clit as I fucked her slow but hard.
Her walls instantly fluttered around me, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. I gritted my teeth and held on, wanting to make it last just a little longer.
“Come, Stella,” I demanded with a quick sharp slap to her ass, and her body obeyed.
God, that level of control felt amazing.
She collapsed under me as I kept going, fucking her like I owned her. Because that was exactly what this was.
I owned her body and soul, and as soon as she accepted that, her life was going to be easier.
When she came again, I let go and filled her tight little cunt to the brim for the fifth time. I made a mental note to have a staff get her the morning-after pill.
Her belly swelling with my child so soon would raise the attention of people I didn’t want to deal with quite yet.
“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice still slurring with sleep.
“Shower. You stay right there. Do not move. Or else.”
She sleepily nodded as I went to the ensuite and took a scalding shower, rinsing the sex sweat and everything else from my body. I did what I did every morning in the shower and planned my day.