Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
My eyes never leave hers as I lift her up and then shove her down on my hard cock. Her head tips back in a moan, and her arms wrap around my neck.
Fuck. She feels so good.
Better than good. She feels custom-made for me. Her pussy tightens around me, strangling me, and she becomes so small and docile in my arms.
Usually, I’d up the rhythm, make her bounce on my cock and scream as I cut her with my knife. She’d cry and beg me to stop because it’s too much as she shatters around me.
Not today.
I rotate my hips slowly but firmly. I allow her to adjust before I drive into her with a deep, moderate rhythm, letting her feel every stroke. Every up and down of her pussy around my cock. Every molecule of our joined bodies.
Her moans become throatier, her whimpers deeper, and her hips naturally fall into rhythm with mine.
The slap of flesh against flesh echoes in the air as I hold her by the waist to control the thrusts.
I’m not gentle. I go so deep that her eyes water and roll back.
But I am taking it slow, moving at a pace I’ve never tried.
“Oh, God, I…” she breathes out. “I can’t take this.”
“You’ve taken worse than this. You can handle me, Lisichka.”
Her neck reddens as she stares at me again, using my face as an anchor while she grabs onto me.
“It feels new…”
Up.
Down.
“You feel different.”
“How different?” I release one of her hips and grab her throat.
“I don’t know. It’s…just different.”
“Bad different?”
A gasp falls out of her plump lips. “No… Good different.”
My thumb ghosts near her mouth, and she swallows it into her wet warmth, sucking, kissing, and licking it as if it were my cock.
I grow harder inside her and nearly come right then and there.
“You can have different, but only with me.” I up my rhythm and her nipples tighten further against my chest. “You won’t let anyone else touch you or I swear to fuck, it’ll be the last time they touch anything.”
A moan rips from her, and she grabs onto me harder, her cunt clenching around me in faster intervals.
“I love how you take my cock and the way you look when you’re being fucked by me. Your skin turns red, your lips part, and you try to match my rhythm. But do you know what I love the most?”
She shakes her head, breathing shallow as she chases her peak.
“How you look when you come apart while saying my name.” I lift her up and then slam her back down on my cock.
A violent shiver rattles her as she spasms and clenches.
“Say my name, Cecily.”
She purses her lips, even as she chases the orgasm and holds on to me. Even as she’s hugging and squeezing me.
“Say my fucking name.”
She continues to gasp, but she doesn’t open her mouth and, instead, stares at me in pure defiance.
Just when she’s riding out her orgasm, I pull out of her, push her back against the sofa, and come all over her breasts.
A look of disappointment covers her face. She would never admit this, but Cecily loves it when I paint her pussy with my cum. And she loves it even more when I thrust it inside her, not allowing a drop to escape.
But she provoked me just now, so I did the same.
We’re both breathing harshly. Me, because I want to strangle the fuck out of her. Her, because of fuck knows what.
I grab her by the hair, wrenching her toward me. “Do you think a fucking rebellion will keep you safe from me, Cecily? You think I won’t purge it out of you?”
She doesn’t cower. If anything, her gaze becomes more defiant. “You’re using me for the wrong reasons. Why can’t I do the same?”
“Wrong reasons?”
“You think of me as property, don’t you? Someone you can own, control, and whose life you can dictate. Well, I think of you as a dick that somehow knows how to fuck me.”
This little…
I take a deep breath to stop myself from acting on my murderous thoughts.
“I do own you, Cecily. Every last fucking inch of you. Whether you get used to that or don’t. Whether you have a rebellion or not, the fact remains you’re a whore for my cock. You’re a whore for me.”
Her lips tremble, becoming a shade paler, and I don’t want to look at her. Not now, when she’s fighting demons that I’m part of.
That she already decided I’m part of.
I release her as gently as possible under the circumstances and stalk to the bathroom to clean up.
When I come back with a wet towel, she’s still on her back, legs splayed, thighs glistening with our release, her tits and stomach painted with my cum.
Instant erection.
Fuck.
Cecily doesn’t protest as I clean her. The whole time, her expression remains blank, and she acts as if she’s not interested in my touch as I flip her like a doll.