Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Both hands curl around the thin material cutting into her skin, and the view of her completely at my mercy, not complaining or criticizing, simply crying out for more has my cock thickening.
And my hips jerking harder.
And harsher.
And faster.
Feral bucking quickly becomes feral fucking as I grunt and growl and grit my teeth.
“Mine,” abruptly leaves me alongside a spank to her ass that receives a much louder moan.
Despite those sounds being muffled by the bed, I impatiently chase after them, ferociously pumping, littering smacks and slaps to her backside in between my relentless pounding, until I’m collapsing us onto the mattress.
Grinding her against it.
Using the rumpled sheets to add the friction her clit is desperately craving.
Hitches in her breath are heard and felt.
Heavenly pulsations rapidly grow in numbers, no longer kneading my dick, but ruthlessly milking it, demanding it’s submission.
Commanding its compliance.
For it’s cum.
“Say it,” I breathlessly bark, thrusting growing increasingly erratic. “Tell me what I wanna hear, Little Prey.” Her soaking wet muscles immediately clamp down on my cock. “Tell me what I always wanna hear.”
“Yours, Wes,” Bryn practically sobs into the mattress through her shudders. “I’m. All. Yours.”
Beastlike bellows get released into the side of her neck on a boorish bite as we both become completely undone. Blistering bursts splash against her throbbing muscles, searing my signature into her most sensitive depths, signing me to her and her to me in the most primitive and lecherous way possible.
Brynley Elizabth Wilcox is mine.
And only mine.
This Christmas.
The next.
Forever and always.
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