Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Leaning in, she takes the head of my cock between her plump lips and runs her tongue along the bottom. My dick is so hard; veins have started pulsing over the smooth skin. I’m barely controlling myself at this point, but I don’t want her to stop. I need her mouth, her touch. Looking down, I watch as she starts bobbing her head, taking me deeper and deeper into her hot wet mouth, while keeping her eyes on me.
Control. I need it. Weaving my fingers through her hair, I fist the strands and pull her head back off my cock.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, hard and fast, and you’re going to let me because you’re mine to use as I please, correct?”
Licking her lips, Dove nods her head before whispering, “Yes.”
Guiding her mouth back to my cock, I hold her head in place and start to fuck her mouth with slow leisurely strokes. One of her hands slips between her legs, and all I can do is grin. Such a greedy fucking girl.
“Stroke your pretty pussy while you suck on my cock, and remember who it is that owns you,” I grit, my voice filled with venom. Pistoning my hips, I up my pace, the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags around my length. Her eyes water and fear trickles into her eyes as I hold her face there, my cock deep in her throat.
“Breathe through your nose, baby, and swallow with each stroke,” I demand, tightening my grip on her hair as I pull her off my cock. Saliva drips out the side of her mouth and down her chin. Damn, she looks so beautiful like this. At the mercy of my cock.
Continuing to fuck her mouth, I watch and marvel as she gags around my length a few more times before following my directions. Pleasure builds at the bottom of my spine and builds upward until there is nothing but a burning in my balls to release my load into her mouth.
“I’m coming,” I groan.
“Mmmm,” she whimpers around my length.
“You’re going to swallow every drop, do you understand?” I warn. She merely whimpers, and seconds before I explode, I hold her face to my groin. Ropes of sticky come slip down her throat as she swallows around my cock, and I pull out of her mouth, dragging my tip over her lips before releasing her. Her eyes shimmer with tears, and her lips are swollen, and fuck, I want to be inside her pussy right now, but more than that, I want her to know who it is that owns her. Tugging her up off the floor, I drop to my knees before her and back her up against the tiled wall.
“Zane, what are you doing?” She gasps as she hits the wall, and I smile up at her before lifting her by the ass and burying my face between her legs. It doesn’t take long for her to get the picture, and with my tongue flicking against her clit, her legs start to shake, her fingers sink into my hair, and she shatters into a million little pieces.
When I’m finished licking every drop of her release away from her pussy and teasing her, I set her back on her feet and stand to my full height. Then I grip her by the chin and force her to look me in the eyes.
“No matter what happens, you’re mine, forever. I don’t care who your father tries to marry you off to. I don’t care what happens in this mansion. At the end of the day, there is only you and me. I own your fucking soul just as you own mine. Don’t tempt me to prove it to you again, because next time, I won’t take mercy.”
Dove’s big blues widen, and I see something that looks like excitement in them.
“I love you,” she says softly, her eyes dropping down to my chest. I release her chin and run my fingers down her chest, stopping at the scar along her belly. Back and forth, I move my finger. That scar is what binds us together. It’s what made me believe she was it for me. No one ever cared about me, not until she came along.
“I love you too,” I say, letting out a sigh before kissing the tip of her nose.
The problem is, I love her too much, and that just might be what gets me killed.
12
I try not to be bothered by the loneliness I feel, trapped in this stupidly large mansion while Zane is off doing god knows what for my father. It’ll be a long time before I forget the bloodied mess he showed up as the other night.
This place is a thousand times worse than the bunker. At least there, Zane and I were alone, and there wasn’t a knife hanging over our heads, threatening to fall and severe our necks at any given second.