Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I open my mouth to speak, and Isla leans forward. I’m prepared for her to kiss me, but something else happens first. She spits directly into my mouth. “You looked a little thirsty.”
I smile as I swallow. “Be careful, Rabbit. You don’t want to poke a lion too much because you never know when he’ll bite.”
My head whips back as she strikes me violently with her fake cock. “You have a smart little mouth. Does Mommy need to punish you?”
Fuck. Usually, I’d be pissed if someone hit me, but my cock leaks with pre-cum, and all I want to do is fuck her or be fucked by her. Hard. “You gonna make me suck on this all day, or are you going to put it to better use?”
She constricts my airway as her hand wraps around my throat and squeezes. “You talk too much, Pup. Get on the bed on all fours, like the little bitch you are.”
I don’t know what part of my body I want to pay attention to, my throbbing dick or my proud heart. It’s sexy as hell seeing her embrace her power, and I feel fucking good to have been able to give her this. We both know I could overpower her effortlessly, but she knows I won’t. She finally knows I won’t hurt her—unless she asks me to.
I rise to get on the bed, presenting her with my ass. “There’s lube on the dresser.”
Isla doesn’t speak as she gets on the bed behind me. Cold liquid falls down my lower back, and she works the lube between my ass cheeks and asshole.
“You ready for Mommy to fuck you, Pup? To own this ass. Make you my bitch?”
Her finger works its way in, and I moan at the sensation. She inserts a second finger and wraps her other hand around my cock, offering me some much-needed relief as she pushes her dick into my ass.
“Fuck,” I moan, pushing my ass back.
She tugs at my hair and yanks my head back as she thrusts into me. It’s almost like she’s possessed, completely liberated, and without inhibition. “Such a good boy, taking my cock up your tight ass.”
The way she talks. “Fuck, Isla. You’ve got a dirty fuckin’ mouth.”
She does the same to me, just like I smacked her ass in the forest. “Does my little boy like having his ass fucked? You like being my little slut?”
I’m so close to coming that I’ll say and do anything she wants as long as I can blow my damn load. “Yes, Mommy. Fuck that ass. Make me come.”
Frustration racks me, and I move one hand off the bed to grab my cock. Isla quickly slaps it away.
“Did Mommy tell you to grab your dick?”
“Fuck, Isla. I want to come.”
Another slap on my ass. “You don’t have control here, Pup. Mommy does.”
“What do I have to do? Just tell me.”
“Beg Mommy, like the little slut you are.”
Fuck. She’s good at this. “Please, Mommy. I need to come badly.”
She thrusts into me, and our combined moans echo in the room. “Jerk your cock. Fuck yourself while I take this tight ass. I want to see your hand covered in white-hot cum.”
My hand moves up and down my dick in the same rhythm as she thrusts into my ass. “Fuck me, Mommy. Fuck my ass. It feels so good. I’m so close.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
ISLA
The power surging under my skin is electric. Never in a million years would I have believed myself capable of taking over with a man as dominant as Bryce. But he’s made me feel so safe and secure that all this feels natural and, if I’m honest, fun.
He’s given me a gift. This act has helped tear the bars of my prison right off its hinges. A gift that I’ll always treasure for the rest of my life.
On my knees fucking a man up the ass who’s so fierce that I truly believe he would destroy the world to protect me.
The end of the strap-on in me hits my G-spot, and the vibrations make me wild with passion and lust. Every time I thrust into Bryce, I’m rewarded with the sensations.
“I’m gonna come,” Bryce growls.
I speed up my thrusts until I’m on the brink with him. My eyes shut, my body explodes as Bryce grunts, and we tumble into oblivion together.
I pull out of him and watch him on his knees, hot ropes of cum visible in his hand. “Turn around, Pup.”
Bryce falls onto his back and lifts his hand to my mouth.
I lick a straight line along his finger, savoring his salty flavor. Gripping his wrist, I turn his palm to face him. “Tastes good. Clean it up.”
The tip of Bryce’s tongue sensually trails up his palm, and I’m feral, watching him clean his hand. I straddle his chest and lean forward, taking his tongue between my lips and sucking the cum into my mouth before spitting it back into his.