Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I lose myself. My mind. My location. My heart. He has way more control over me than I like, but it is potent, real and addictive. “Ano.” I found a nickname for him a few days ago and he seems to like it. Gripping my ass he pulls me further into him before pulling back.
“Take your sexy ass home. I will follow you.” I swallow, pretty sure I know what he is telling me. “Yes, my little kitten. Time is up. That pussy is mine.”
God I’ve missed him.
EIGHT
TICIANO
My little fucking cat burglar is in for it. It’s been more than week since I was inside of her, and that shit can’t happen again. I follow her to her little house in the burbs and park behind her. She doesn’t immediately get out of the car, so I pull her door open.
“Let’s go, baby. My cock is hard.”
“That’s a good thing, because my pussy is wet and willing,” she says climbing out of the car. She gets the door to her house open and before it even closes all the way, I am on her.
“How they fuck are you gorgeous. Like every fucking time I see you, you look hotter.”
“I don’t know but I could say the same thing about you,” she says, pulling her knee-high black boots off and tossing them on the floor. Her tight black pants are next to go and she’s not wearing any panties. Fuck. Her shirt and bra are gone next, and she stands in front of me naked.
“You were a very bad girl today, Ana.”
“You gonna spank me?”
“You want to be spanked?”
“If you’re the one touching me, I want to be touched in every way.” I start to remove my holster and she moans a little.
“What?” I haven’t even touched her yet.
“Your gun. You looked so hot holding it early.”
“This gun?” I ask, pulling it out of my holster and flipping the safety on.
“Yeah,” she says nodding. I’m going to Hell, but I step closer to her with it. My finger is not on the trigger, I’d never hurt her, but if she wants to play, I’ll play.
“Tell me what you feel?” I ask, dragging the gun over her tits.
“Cool metal on my heated flesh.”
“And?”
“It feels good.”
“I bet it does,” I groan. My cock is hard as hell, and I just want to sink into her.
“Ano?”
“Yes?”
“Make me.”
“Make you what?”
“Come. Make me come.”
“Fuck yeah,” I growl, setting my gun on her dining room table. I strip and stalk toward her.
“Get on your knees.” She does so immediately. Fuck. That’s hot.
She reaches for my cock and strokes it before wrapping her lips around it. Fuck, it feels amazing, not as great as her pussy, but amazing, nonetheless.
I don’t want to come like this so after a while, I pull out of her mouth and lift her up, carrying her to the kitchen counter. She rests back on her elbows and lifts her legs toward her chest. I lower my head and lick her slit under and down slowly. Several times until she’s moaning. Moving back to full height, I grip my cock and slam into her. Her scream is one of pleasure. I fuck her then pick her up again, cock still inside of her. We move over every surface in the kitchen, pots and pans falling to the floor with a loud clatter. Down the hallway, I shove her against the wall and pictures falls down around us. Each thrust of my cock is punctuated by an object hitting the floor. Over and over, I slam into her. Owning her as I slowly make my way to her bed. On her bed, I fuck her so hard the bed frame breaks. Not even that stops up. It’s just helps me take her at a deeper angle. Fuck. Her nails dig into me as she holds on for dear life. Her heels dig into my ass as pound the fuck out of her.
Again, I lose track of time and the room darkens. I’m still fucking her. I can’t stop. The obsession level is outrageous. I have no idea how many times she’s come. I finally come hard and long, and then pull out of her. Her legs drop to the bed and she’s grinning.
“Wow,” she groans.
“Are you alright?” I ask, concerned I’ve hurt her.
“Oh, yeah. When can do that again?”
“I need a minute,” I say laughing. I lie down on the bed beside her, and she turns and snuggles into my chest.
Later, we walk out of the bedroom searching for food, and stare in disbelief. The whole house looks like a bomb went off. Broken glass litters the floor everywhere. Pictures, drinking glasses, and plates are smashed.
“We made quite the mess,” she says, giggling.
“We sure did.”
“Juice?” she asks, gingerly stepping over a broken something and going over to the refrigerator. She picks out the carton of juice and drinks straight from it.