Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
Or is that me?
Am I the one rubbing myself on him? Am I the one going up and down and side to side and rubbing my heaving tits and my trembling belly on his naked body, my bare wet pussy against his dick?
I think so.
It’s me.
I’m the one being slutty here. Whore-ish.
But I don’t think he minds.
He did say that he wanted me to suck his dick like a whore.
But oh no, wait.
Didn’t I just ask him to choke me with his cock? This doesn’t feel like choking. This feels like we’re heading toward the other thing. Fucking. With how I’m rocking under him and how he’s settled between my thighs with his cock right there, pressed up against my hot wet pussy.
So I go about reminding him.
But in order to do that, we need to break the kiss first. Which is no easy task because he doesn’t let me.
Every time I try to move away, he gives me more of his weight. He gives me more of his tongue and his sucks become harder, hungrier. So I have no choice but to push at him, his shoulders. I have no choice but to buck under him, which accomplishes the exact opposite because it fuses us together even more.
So finally, I take drastic measures and bite his lip.
He hisses and rears back, and I take my shot at getting away.
At which he growls and grabs my neck. “Stop trying to get away from me.”
But I’m not getting away from him. Instead of telling him that, I get waylaid by the drop of blood on his lip. “You’re… You’re bleeding.”
“It pisses me the fuck off,” he growls again, his face dipped in anger.
My hands on his shoulders go to his face. “B-but I didn’t mean to bite so hard. I —”
He tightens his grip on my neck. “Do you understand?”
I arch my neck up as I pant, “I-I’m sorry.”
“Fuck your sorry and fuck that blood,” he grunts, the drop of blood oozing down his lips. “Just tell me you won’t try to get away from me.”
I lick my lips in lieu of licking that drop off. “I wasn’t.” He growls again and I press my hands on his cheek. “I was just… I just wanted to say that you forgot to do something.”
“Do what?”
I rock under him, feeling extremely shy and horny at the same time. “T-tie me to the bed.”
He jerks over me, his muscles going taut. “What?”
“And make me suck your d-dick.”
He stares down at me for a few seconds. Then, “Is that what I said I’d do? Make you suck my dick?”
I swallow under his grip. “N-no.”
“So then what’d I say?”
“That you’d fuck my throat.”
His fingers flex around my neck. “Exactly.”
I rub my thighs on his hips, restless. “So —”
“And as eager as you are, tonight’s not about that, is it?”
“But —”
Another flex of his fingers, his power over me. “Is it?”
“No.”
“What is tonight about?”
“F-fucking.”
His jaw clenches, that drop of blood down to his chin now. “No. Tonight’s about me taking your tight little cherry.”
I jerk under him, my pussy rubbing against his cock, making him grunt again. “O-okay.”
“And leaving you with my cum in your freshly popped pussy.”
“Ledger —”
“Tell me why.”
I swallow again. “Because I… I want a baby.”
His narrow slightly. “Yeah. Because you want a baby and I’m the guy who’s going to put it in your trim little tummy.”
He is.
I know that.
But the thing is that he still doesn’t know everything and I should tell him. But then again if I did tell him, he might — definitely — will get angry and put a stop to this. And over the course of however many minutes since I decided that I should tell him to now, I’ve realized that… I want to do this.
I want to have sex with Ledger.
At least once.
Simply because I want to. No agendas. No ulterior motives. Nothing but me and him.
And we can do that tonight, right?
At least for one night we can be together without the past, without any history and definitely without the future.
So I let it go.
For now.
I nod. “Yes.”
“So who am I then?”
“What?”
“Who the fuck,” he insists, “am I, Firefly?”
My heart’s banging in my chest as I say, “The guy who’ll put a baby in my trim little tummy and m-make my dream come true.”
“I am, aren’t I? So I’m the one who’s going to run the show now, you understand?” He pushes my head into the pillow some more, arching my neck up. “I’m the one who’s going to decide where my big dick is going to go. Whether I choke your throat with it or use it to cream pie that pussy. All you have to do is stay where I put you and let me fuck the hole I want to, okay?”
“Okay.”
Although I rock under him, breaking my word the very next second.