Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
With those words, he scoops me up into his arms, holding me close like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“Once we do this, there’s no going back,” he says, his voice thick with emotion, with desire. “You’ll be mine. You belong to me.” His tone is firm, dominant, and it sends a thrill racing through me.
I nod, my voice a whisper. “I belong to you, Slate. I’m yours.”
His eyes burn into mine, filled with possessiveness, hunger. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Slate.”
Slate growls, rolling on top of me, his weight heavy and possessive. He bites down on my bottom lip, nipping it gently, sending a jolt of heat through me that makes my heart race. My need for him overwhelms me, consuming every thought, every feeling.
“You see how hard I am?” he growls, pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance.
My legs part without hesitation, my body craving him, needing to feel him deep inside me.
“Is my peach hungry?” he teases, a lust-filled smile playing on his lips as he works the zipper of my pants down.
“Yes,” I breathe, completely under his spell. He sheds his jeans next, and a moment later, he’s easing himself inside of me. The pinch of pain from his heavy cock filling me slowly is quickly replaced with pleasure.
He growls again, thrusting deeper into me, filling me completely. The sensation of him inside me is intoxicating.
“I love how wet this sweet pussy is for my cock,” he grunts, his rhythm picking up, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. “I can’t control myself, baby. I’ve waited so long for this moment. For you. Who does this pussy belong to?” he demands, his voice thick with control. My mind is hazy, lost in the pleasure he's giving me.
And then, suddenly, it stops.
“Slate, don’t stop,” I beg, my voice trembling with desperation.
“Answer my question.” He rubs his cock against my clit, slick with my juices. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” I whisper breathlessly, the need in my voice undeniable.
“What do you want me to do to my pussy?” he asks, continuing the slow, torturous assault on my clit.
“I want you to fuck it.” The words spill out before I can stop them, my body craving more. My eyes fly open, meeting his gaze. “Please, Slate,” I plead, my voice filled with raw need.
That’s all it takes. He slams into me, hard and fast, his control slipping away. His wild, untamed expression only fuels my own desire, watching him lose himself in me, for me.
“God, I love your tight little pussy. It feels so good, baby. I want to cover you with cum, mark you like a damn animal.” He pulls me up with him, settling me on top of him as he moves me up and down on his cock.
My head falls back, the new angle making him feel even bigger inside me. The slight pain only heightens the pleasure, pushing me further into ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby. Work my cock. Take everything you need so you can give me that sweet juice. I love how juicy this peach gets for me,” he groans, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling it back roughly.
“Yes, baby. Your tits look so good bouncing like that.” He slaps my breast, the sting sending a delicious wave of heat through me.
“You liked that, didn’t you? You like a little pain with your pleasure, baby?” he asks, slapping my breast again, and I cry out, my body reacting instantly.
“Yes!” I scream, feeling myself flood with more need.
“I think you might be into a little pain. Are you my little pain slut?” he whispers, pinching my nipple hard between his fingers before pulling on it. “It’s our little secret, baby. Give it all to your big dick Daddy.”
That pull is all I need. My back arches, giving him full access to my nipples, and he leans in, biting down hard. The sharp pain pushes me over the edge, and I scream as I ride his cock to my climax.
“Fuck. Baby, I am never going to get sick of hearing you cum. I love how you soak my cock,” he grunts, his thrusts becoming more erratic, faster.
“Get ready, baby. I’m-gonna-fill-you-with-my-seed.” His voice is low and rough, every word punctuated by a deep thrust. His muscles tense, his body shakes, and I feel the hot rush of his release pouring into me in thick, pulsing waves.
He rolls off me, pulling me close to his chest, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder. “You okay?” he murmurs.
“More than okay,” I whisper, smiling against him. “Sex with you... it’s beyond anything I ever imagined. It’s not just physical. It’s in my head, my heart.”
“So what you’re saying is I fucked you into another universe?” He trails soft kisses down my arm, his tone playful. “That makes me your sex god.”