Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Bobby uses his tongue to lick a lap around my belly button.
“Well go on and fight me, then.”
I slap him across the face, catching a glimpse of his utter gratification before he hides it.
Snarling, he snatches my wrists and pins them down on either side of my hips, using his grip to drag my open thighs closer to his mouth. “Stay still while I get some of this cunt.”
I feign a struggle, freeing my wrists and pushing at his head, trying to get up from the couch, but he holds me down easily, groaning while he licks me, targeting my clit with the flat of his tongue, using it crudely, drenching me so thoroughly, I can’t stand it. Too good.
He gives my flesh a final flicker of his tongue, before rising up and shoving down the waistband of his pants, his stiffness standing straight up against his inked, well-muscled stomach. I renew my battle, kicking my legs and pushing at his chest. But he only flattens me to the leather cushions, sinking his teeth into my neck and positioning himself between my thighs, grunting as he works his cock into place, amid my squirming.
“Locked room with my young piece of ass and a couch. And you think I’m not going to taste you? You think I’m not going to pump myself dry?” He enters me in one swift smack of his hips and I become the wildcat he always calls me.
I rake my nails down his rippling back, grab hold of his thick buttocks and pull him closer, deeper, all while mewling in my throat.
“Well look who suddenly stopped fighting,” he pants in my ear. “Must be that good cock.” Hand around my throat, he begins an all-out assault on my body, driving into me without mercy, without quarter. “Go on, tell me how goddamn good it is.”
“It’s so good, it’s the best, I live for it, I would die for it,” I babble, frantic, allowing myself to be dragged into the wild darkness. “I would die for you. I love you.”
“Hey.” He grips my throat and looks me in the eye, not holding back an ounce of his chaotic passion for me. “I would die for you, too. My wife. I love you. I love you so much it keeps me in a state of pain. It hurts. Cure me, Mandy.”
I draw my knees up and constrict my sex around him, making him roar a curse. “Give me some of the hurt. We’ll carry it together.”
And with a hoarse growl, he does. He takes his frustration out on my body and I absorb every perfect second, encouraging him, fanning our twin flames until they become an inferno.
One that will never, ever burn out.
THE END