Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 128097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
He’s breathing heavily, too. I guess he was doing his own watching. While I was ogling his cock, he was staring at my chest. A button has come undone, stretching the gray fabric obscenely over it.
Swallowing, I ask, “What’re you going to do to me, now that I’m yours?”
Maybe I should’ve asked this before I stepped into his room and so brazenly kissed him. Yeah, that would’ve been the smart thing to do.
But that ship has sailed.
Zach thrusts my dress up some more, until my ass is bared, before grasping the cheeks in his hands and massaging them. He pulls them apart before pushing them together and every time he does that, my clit grinds against his dick.
“You afraid?” he asks in an abraded voice.
“No. Maybe a little.”
He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips, making my heart melt. “I’m gonna use you up.”
“What?”
He nods, his nose rubbing up and down my own. “Yeah. Why shouldn’t I? I hate this place. I hate every second of every day that I’m here. I deserve this. I deserve something good, don’t I?”
I cup his jaw and say with everything inside of me, “You do.”
“I’ve decided that you’re it. You’re what I deserve.”
“Me?”
“Uh-huh.” He kisses me again, softly, in such contrast to all the harsh, possessive things he’s saying. “So I’m going to use you up as long as I’m here. I’m going to kiss you, bite you, suck on your tits, play with your cunt. As much as I want. Whenever I want. You’re my prize, Blue. You’re my prize for all the fucking suffering.”
Prize.
I’m his prize.
The rush of his words feels sweeter than the orgasm last night. So much sweeter.
I’ve never been a prize for anyone. No one’s ever wanted me as a reward, as a trophy for all the suffering, for all the misery.
Yes, I’ll be his prize.
I rub up against him and bare my neck so he can kiss me there. He does.
“What do I do? As your prize,” I whisper.
He puffs out a breath on my collarbone. As if in relief.
It sinks into my skin, his breath, making me moan.
“You show me your gorgeous fucking tits when I ask you to.”
I swallow and work on my buttons, lust pricking every inch of my skin. My fingers shiver but Zach helps me. He covers them with his hand before undoing the buttons for me.
He groans lustfully when my breasts come into view, cupped by a simple blue cotton bra. “Jesus. I think this time you killed me.”
I chuckle. “Then how are you still talking?”
Zach’s bent over me, his abs flexing and curling, like in worship, rubbing his open mouth, his nose, his entire face in my cleavage. Making me feel… beautiful and pretty and not overly large and heavy.
I’m his prize.
“God,” he groans again as he pulls down my bra and sucks on my nipple.
I jerk in his lap and clutch him to me. If this is what takes away his suffering, then I’ll show him my tits every chance I get.
“You’re gonna pull down your uniform every time I ask, aren’t you?”
I rock against him again because he read my mind. “Yes.”
Groaning, he gives a long, tight suck before letting go of my breast. “Fuck yeah, you will. You’ll bare your tits for me. Every day. Multiple times a day. Whenever I’m hard up for it. You’ll come to my room and make my bed. And then, I’ll throw you down on it, tear your clothes off, get out your tits and suck on them. You’ll writhe for me, won’t you?”
I nod, almost whimpering.
“You will. I’ll keep sucking on it and sucking on it and you’ll make a mess on the bed. You’ll cream my sheets. You’ll leave a wet spot, yeah?”
“Yes. For you.”
Anything for him.
Zach’s hands have gotten rough on my ass, both desperate and reverent. I’m actively humping against him now. I can’t help myself. I’m rocking against his dick. His pre-cum is sliding down, mixing in with my own cream.
We’re both making a mess on each other.
“Yeah, you will.” He can’t stop kissing me and I can’t stop kissing him back. “Sometimes, I’ll get you on your knees, Blue. I’ll put your ass up in the air and flip your skirt. I’ll eat you out from behind and your tits will dangle like forbidden fruits.”
“Zach…”
My eyes scrunch shut at all the things he’s saying to me. All graphic, erotic, filthy things.
“Yeah, that one will be hard. I won’t know where to go first. To your sweet pussy or your naughty tits. So I’ll punish you then. For tempting me like that. For making me choose.”
“H-how?”
He nips at my lower lip. “I’ll play with your ass. You liked that, didn’t you?”
I jerk out a nod, barely catching my breath. My body’s so filled up with lust and his words that there’s no space for air.