Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Jesus… you taste so good. This little pussy is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever had.”
Slowly, sleep faded, and I became much more aware. I opened my eyes and glanced around the room, seeing the was door open and the soft yellow glow from the hallway washed inside.
It was when I saw the enormous body between my spread thighs that I gasped.
My initial reaction was to push him away when I realized he was eating me out, but I was laid out before him like an offering, and he was a dark god. My body reacted first. I had my hands on his head, exerted pressure, but it was a half-assed motion because it felt too good having him licking and sucking on me.
I gripped his hair as he dragged his tongue from my pussy hole to my clit and then sucked the little bundle into his mouth. Lars hummed around the sensitive spot, and I gasped at how the vibrations slammed into the very center of me.
“I’m so fucking hard,” he murmured against my drenched center, opening his mouth and covering my pussy with it to suck on everything at once. I moaned, tipping my head back and biting my lip in pleasure.
And when he pushed his tongue into my pussy, my inner muscles spasmed around him, trying to draw him in farther. I needed something more substantial than what he was giving me.
I felt my orgasm creeping to the surface, but I fought it. Some sense of self-preservation told me to fight, to not make this easy on him.
“No, Dolly. You’ll look at me when I make you come.”
No. Fuck you, I thought, but still, my eyes opened and met the intense stare that Lars had on me. He looked so massive between my legs, his hands huge and pressed to my inner thighs keeping me open. He was tan. I was pale. And it was a stark contrast as I watched him flatten his tongue and lick me like a melting ice-cream cone.
“Come for me,” he groaned against my pussy, and the pressure peaked and exploded inside me. The entire time, Lars stared into my eyes as he dragged out my pleasure. While the aftereffects were still claiming me, he pulled back and shoved two thick fingers into my pussy.
I bit my lip hard. The wound from earlier split open and stung in the best of ways. It was all an explosive sensation and experience that I didn’t want to end. Wasn’t that a fucked-up feeling?
I felt my eyes become heavy, and when I feared I’d close them and just succumb to how good it all felt, the swift sting of Lars slapping my pussy had my eyes widening and a gasp leaving me.
“Jesus, you’re so damn beautiful when you submit to me.” He slapped my pussy again and again and then spit a mouthful of saliva onto the erotically abused flesh, all while I groaned for more.
My back arched on its own at the force of him finger fucking me. He pulled them all the way out after pumping the digits into my pussy three times, held up the glistening digits, and then sucked them into his mouth.
I realized at that moment he was totally naked, his cock hard and pointing right at me, pre-cum dripping out of the tip and onto the sheets between us.
“You're disgusting,” I whispered, and before I knew what I was doing, I rose and brought my palm across his cheek, hard. The crack was loud, my hand instantly stung, and Lars’s head wrenched to the side from the force.
Everything was frozen in time for a moment as he slowly turned his head back to face me, our eyes locking.
He spat in his palm and brought it to his cock, jerking off as he grinned evilly at me. I felt my eyes widen all over again as the wounds on his forearm—the ones I’d given him with my nails earlier tonight—opened back up while his muscles contracted as he masturbated. Blood welled but not enough to drip.
Following my eyes to the redness there, Lars lifted his arm to get a closer look. I didn’t know what I expected him to do… maybe wipe it away like a normal person might. But what I definitely wouldn’t have expected in a million years was him to lean over to the bedside table, grab his knife that he flipped open with a flick of his wrist, and then stare into my eyes as he dragged the sharp tip deeply along the open scratch.
I gasped, my first instinct to reach out and stop him, to help him stanch the blood that started to trickle out of the deep cut and made a track down his tan flesh and onto the sheets to mix into a mess with his pre-cum. Even after I just lashed out and slapped the shit out of him.