Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I felt like a virgin sacrifice, adorned in white lace for the pleasure of the man who owned me. The lingerie transformed me into a living fantasy—the blushing ingénue and the experienced courtesan rolled into one. I was Lucas’ perfect little fuck toy, dressed up in pretty wrapping for him to use as he saw fit.
A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the blunt head of Lucas’ cock pressing against my prepared entrance. Despite his careful stretching, I wasn’t sure I could take him. He felt impossibly huge, the pressure already intense before he’d even breached me.
“Relax, ma chère,” Lucas commanded, his voice stern and demanding. His large hands took hold of my little ones and bent my arms behind me. The feeling of restraint sent shockwaves of arousal through my whole body. He imprisoned both wrists behind my back, in his right hand, while with his left he continued to guide his enormous manhood as he pressed its tip against my virgin anus.
I tried to obey, to relax my muscles as Lucas began to push inside me. But the stretch was overwhelming, a burning pressure that made me gasp and whimper. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the thick head of his cock breached my untried entrance.
“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my voice muffled by the bedsheets. “It’s too much. I can’t…”
“You can and you will,” Lucas growled, his grip tightening on my wrists. “Take it like a good girl.”
He pressed forward inexorably, stretching me wider than I thought possible. The burn intensified, a sharp ache that radiated outward from my core. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle my cries as Lucas slowly buried himself inside me.
And yet, even as discomfort bordering on pain flooded my senses, I felt an undeniable thrill of arousal. My pussy clenched and fluttered, desperate for stimulation. The fullness in my bottom was overwhelming, making me acutely aware of every nerve ending in that sensitive area.
Lucas paused when he was fully seated inside me, perhaps giving me a moment to adjust—more likely simply enjoying the feeling of having his cock buried in my no-longer-virgin backside. I could feel him throbbing within me, the heat of his rigid shaft searing my insides. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I struggled to process the intense sensations.
Lucas began to move, slowly withdrawing before pushing back in. Each thrust sent a tsunami of sensation through my body. The burn had faded to a dull ache, giving way to an indescribable fullness that left me gasping.
As Lucas picked up his pace, I became acutely aware of the throbbing need between my legs. My clit pulsed with every thrust, begging for attention. I longed to slip a hand between my thighs, to circle that sensitive bud and chase the pleasure I knew was just out of reach. But I couldn’t bring myself to ask, shame and pride warring within me.
Lucas’ grip on my wrists tightened as he pounded into me harder. The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with my muffled cries and Lucas’ grunts of pleasure. I could feel my breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, the delicate lace of the bra rubbing against my sensitive nipples.
“You love this, don’t you?” Lucas growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Having your tight little ass fucked like the whore you are.”
I whimpered, unable to deny the truth in his words. My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I could feel my inner walls clenching rhythmically, desperate for stimulation.
The ache in my clit was becoming unbearable. I squirmed beneath Lucas, desperate for friction against my throbbing clit. The movement caused him to sink even deeper inside me, drawing a strangled moan from my lips.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible. “I need… I need…”
“What do you need, ma chère?” Lucas asked, his voice startlingly gentle. “Tell me.”
Heat flooded my face as I struggled to form the words. “I need… to touch myself,” I finally managed, shame and arousal warring within me. “Please, Monsieur. My clit… it aches.”
Lucas chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, does it now?” he purred. “And why should I allow that? You haven’t earned the right to pleasure yourself.”
A sob of frustration escaped me. “Please,” I begged again. “I’ll do anything. Just let me… let me come.”
“Anything?” Lucas echoed, his hips stilling. I could feel him throbbing inside me, impossibly hard. “Be careful what you offer, little one. I might just take you up on it.”
I nodded frantically, beyond caring about the consequences. “Yes, anything. Please, Monsieur. I need it so badly.”
Lucas resumed his thrusting, each powerful stroke sending jolts of sensation through my core. “Very well,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You may touch yourself. But you will not come without my permission. And when I do allow it, you will thank me for the privilege of orgasming while I fuck your tight little ass.”