Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“You want me to fuck your tight little ass, don’t you?”
I swallow and lick my lips, barely able to get the word out. “Yes.”
“Tell me you’re a dirty whore, only good for fucking. Admit you’re a filthy cum dump. My personal fuck toy.”
No one I’ve ever been with has asked me to degrade myself, but it’s so dirty, pathetic, and mind-blowingly hot.
“I’m your worthless fuck hole. Just a pathetic slut, only worth something when you fill my holes. Please, Gunner, shove your dick up my ass and make me your little bitch. Let me know that I’m a pathetic little whore.”
“Words are cheap. I’m a man of action. Slap your whore face and spit on yourself. I want to see what you’ll do to get a taste of my dick in your tight asshole.”
Arousal floods through me, and my face stings from the rapid slaps of my open palm. My spit lands above my cleavage and glides down slowly.
“Good girl,” Gunner growls. “Now scoop up that spit and eat it.”
I’m utterly humiliated and on fire simultaneously. I realize I’ll never say no to this man when it comes to sex. He touches every nerve ending in my body until I combust and manipulates my mind in such provocative ways that I crave more. My hands shake as my fingers wipe the spit and move it to my mouth. Opening wide, I make a show of it. My tongue slips out and connects with my finger. I hold the spit on the tip, leaving it on display for Gunner.
“Swallow, you little slut. Swallow it for Daddy.”
Pulling my tongue back, I swallow my depravity, and Gunner smiles.
He presses his cock at the entrance of my ass, pushing slowly until the head invades me. There’s a sharp pain. Fuck. I know he’s big, but I wasn’t expecting to get my ass fucked by his horse cock.
“You doing okay?” he asks, breaking his bad-guy role-play to check on me. His eyes are soft and warm.
The pain quickly ends, and I’m immersed in pleasure. “Yes,” I moan. “I like it.”
Gunner’s hand skims up my body, and he seizes my stomach. His touching the fat on my body doesn’t feel foreign like that first time. I no longer want to shy away and hide the parts of my body others told me not to love. His hands wash away the lies I’ve been told and allow me to bask in my beauty. His hands on my flesh, exploring parts I was convinced to hide, are the rainbow after a storm.
Most people would find these acts with Gunner disgusting, shameful, and depraved. But it’s a source of liberation I’ve never known before. All those parts of me I had to hide are now visible like neon signs in the darkness. Gunner sees me, the real me, the me I view in the mirror. And he wants me. Sex with him, although dirty and rough, means so much more. With Gunner, sex is peace. With Gunner, sex is safe. With Gunner, sex is home.
“Fuck,” Gunner groans as he moves from my stomach to my breasts and grips my nipples. Pinching the nubs, he pulls them with force, ensuring I feel the pain in my pulsating clit.
His eyes close, and he lifts his face as if praying to heaven. He groans as he stiffens and releases deep within me before collapsing on my body.
I wrap my arms around him, and there we stay, with Gunner in my ass, surrounding me like a blanket.
Gunner kisses my lips. “I’m gonna go clean up, but I don’t want you to move. Stay right here as you drip my cum from your ass like a well-used whore.”
Chapter 15
Gunner
I clean up in record time. Didn’t think it was possible to wash up so fast, but the only part I focus on is my dick. I scrub like I’m Mr. Clean, wanting to impress. Thoughts of fucking Cash flood my mind like God flooded the earth.
I rush to my office from the attached small three-piece bathroom to find Cash still on my desk, legs open, and my cum dripping from her sexy ass.
“Good girl. You did as you were told. I think that deserves a reward.
“I want to taste you,” she whispers.
My heart slams in my chest. She’s beautiful and all mine. Mine to break and put back together with my tongue, my fingers, my dick, and my love. The urge to claim her again by ramming my dick in her pussy and making her admit I own her overcomes all logical thought.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” I confess, my cock throbbing with the need to consume her sweet body again and again.
Picking her up, I walk us back to the loveseat. “Baby, every time you look at me with those innocent eyes, it feels like a vise wrapped around my cock.” I tuck my nose into her hair as my control wavers. “I want you so badly. No matter how often I bury myself in your body, I always want more. I’m addicted to you, Cash. I’m not sure if I can survive without you.”