Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“No, you stay right there,” he grunts, moving his grip to my hips and tugging me back against him. “That pussy feels too damn good for me to let it go anywhere.”
I wince, gritting my teeth as the combination of pain and pleasure races through me. I reach up with both hands and press them against his muscled chest, trying to do something to get him to slow down, but he snatches both of my wrists with a single hand and presses them up above my head and pins them there and just keeps pounding me.
“Marlon–” I try to cry out, but am silenced as he clamps my jaw shut with his other hand and covers my mouth with his palm.
A realization hits me like a bucket of cold water to the face out of nowhere: I’m completely helpless. This man could, and can, do whatever he wants to me, and I would have no way to stop him.
The thought terrifies me but at the same time turns me on like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
A heat flares throughout my entire body–goosebumps following after.
I’m sweating now too, and it has nothing to do with the fireplace flickering beside us.
This is insane, I think. But at the same time, I feel another orgasm rising up inside me as Marlon pounds me.
I grit my teeth with every stroke, as the tip of his thick cock slams into my cervix and he continues to stretch me with the insane thickness of his shaft. But even helplessly pinned like this, I can’t stop running my eyes over his insane physique and admiring his body.
Just how long did it take for him to develop it? Or is he just genetically blessed?
“You love it,” he growls. “I feel your pussy clamping down on my cock. You’re gonna come again.”
I don’t want to–just to spite him. But I can’t help myself.
He drives his cock deep, and I just go off again.
A second orgasm, somehow more intense than the last, tears through me like a cyclone, ripping all thought from my mind, leaving behind nothing but a wake of pleasure so intense I feel as though I’m simply melting in its intensity.
“Fuck…” I gasp as he removes his hand from my mouth.
“Good girl,” he says, sounding pleased with himself.
He slips out of me again, and I sigh at the sense of loss that accompanies it. And like last night, he comes around beside me, only tonight, I know what to do.
I open my mouth and accept his cock and immediately begin swallowing the enormous load he pumps through my lips. He tastes so good, and I lie back immediately after he’s finished, placing both hands between my legs. I’m still throbbing as I turn and look at Marlon, who actually looks like he’s on the verge of a smile.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” I say, sitting up.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not just your little fuck doll,” I reply as I fix my dress. “I’m an actual person.”
He blows air through his lips. “You enjoyed yourself. You just came twice. That’s more than me.”
“Oh, you can come twice?”
Marlon shrugs dismissively.
I glance again at the wet clothes on the floor, then look back over at him as he sits there, content, looking like the king of all Manhattan.
“So this is you, huh? You get to fuck me like a sex doll and I just have to keep my mouth shut and not ask you anything about you?”
“You agreed to the rules,” he replies. I may just be buzzing with the aftereffects of my two incredible orgasms, but something about this interaction just isn’t sitting right with me.
“And I can’t ask you anything?” I press. “What if I want to get to know the guy I’m sleeping with just a little?”
“Why do you want to ask me questions so badly, Rain? This isn’t enough for you?”
He’s smirking at me, but I can’t help but feel as though behind his devilish gaze, I see something else: a want, a desperation to be actually known by someone.
“You’re interesting, Marlon. I want to get to know you. What’s wrong with that?”
He simply shrugs, giving nothing away.
“Like what about that necklace I’ve seen you with? What’s the deal with that?”
It happens so quickly it takes my breath away: Marlon rockets to his feet, grabs me by the arm, and starts leading me to the elevator. On the way, he grabs his phone and makes a call. I assume Chris answers.
“Yeah, she’s coming down now.”
“Are you fucking serious?” I squeal as he holds me in front of the elevator doors. “What is your malfunction, man?”
“You’re leaving,” he growls. “We had a deal; you broke it.”
The elevator doors open, and without hesitation, he pushes me inside and presses the door for the lobby.
“You have some major issues,” I say, pulling my dress down.