Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
I lean the phone up against the back of the chair, and you can see me a little better, since the camera is closer. On shaky legs that truly have been that way since we started, I slowly stand, putting as much weight on my arms as I can to help me get into the bent-over position he asked for. Thank God at least those still work decently. If they didn’t, I would bust my knees trying to rise.
Finally, I’m bent at a 90-degree angle, but he doesn’t touch me yet. The screaming from the movie comes back, and I jump a little. I’m on pins and needles. A gust of wind could scare me at this point.
“Look at those tits in the camera. Your full, round stomach. This body has had me in a chokehold for years now, Hanna. You could ask me anything, and I would bend to your fucking will.”
My makeup smeared in the way he wanted, I look both desperate for him and fulfilled for what I have done for him. The mascara runs down my cheeks, chin, neck, and breasts. My red lipstick is smudged all down my chin. How is this stunning? I don’t know. But even I have to admit that what he made me look like is erotica personified.
“This body keeps me starving. You ready to see what I do when you get fucked?” he asks, and I moan and nod. He slightly bends, then grabs a thick rope of my hair and wraps it around his wrist, yanking it back. My scream matches the same one coming from the movie. Focused on the slight pain, I’m thrusted forward and filled to the brim with his thick, long length, and the moan that escapes me can probably be heard from miles away. Good thing there’s no one around to hear us.
“Tight. Wet. Mine. Oh fuck, that’s so good.” Nothing sounds better than Theo enjoying me.
“Fuck me like I need!” I cry out, matching his steady thrusts.
“Like you mean nothing?”
I ignite. My stomach is a flock of butterflies. “Yes, like I mean nothing,” I repeat.
“As you wish, puppet.” This time, his thrusts are harsh and punishing as he slams in and out of me. Our moans are mixed with the horror film playing, but we only hear one another. Every curse, every breath, and every praise.
“You’re so big. I can’t take much more, baby.” My pussy is stretched to the brink, and it begins to ache. But it adds to the rising pleasure.
“You can take it, baby. Just give me one more of your orgasms so I’ll get all wet, enough to fuck this beautiful fucking ass.” He slaps my ass cheek, and I follow his command. It goes straight from the spanking and slams into my core, and I detonate around him, coming so hard that it makes the last one seem like it was a light tickle. This is what I needed. He hits the deepest part of me, and my orgasm floods us. It rolls on and on, and I wait for him to come, but he doesn’t.
“Theo!” I clamp extra hard with my orgasm, hoping to pull one from him. “Come, baby. Fill me.”
“Tsk, tsk. This cum is for your tight ass, Hanna. Keep riding my cock until your cunt has had enough.” He releases my hair, and as my head lolls forward, I do just that.
I thrust with zero coordination, back and forth, feeling the hard ridges of his cock slide against my walls. I feel each vein and the crowned tip when I go this slow, and I do this for long minutes. Until I’m too sore to keep going. Finally, he takes back over, slipping out of me.
A soft whimper leaves me. Sore or not, I miss him already. I feel empty again. The only thing keeping me partly satiated is the soreness.
“You did good, so good prepping my cock for your ass. Now stand and turn around.”
I do as he says, my arms feeling numb. Holy hell. I turn to face him and see he’s still dressed, his cock the only thing free from the confines of his clothes.
“Reach between your pussy lips, collect your sweet cum, and coat my cock with it.”
Biting my lip, I nod. He watches me intently, the makeup on his face still intact except for around the edge of his forehead, at his hairline, where the sweat from his exertion slightly smudged the paint. My dangerous, wicked husband on the scariest of nights—what a beautifully haunting sight. Reaching down, I start to circle my clit, my body jerking when I feel just how sensitive it is.
Sensitive or not though, my pussy releases more arousal, and I use that to get my fingers and hand as wet as possible. We’ve had anal sex many times, but there has to be enough lubrication to help get him inside me.