Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Then he pulls out, and I’m gasping for air as tears spill down my cheeks.
“Let’s try something different.” He sits me up by my hair, and I hiss in a breath. He moves me to where my back is up against the side of the bed.
He crouches down, eye level with me. My lips are parted, drool running down my chin, and my body is still shaking.
“So beautiful.” He reaches up and pushes wet strands of hair from my face, and I whimper. “Shh, it’s okay, princess.”
“Co … lt.” I can barely get his name out. My body is wound so tight I feel like I need another release.
“Beg for my cock, princess,” he softly orders, his knuckles running down my wet cheek and over my jawline. “Beg for me to fuck this pretty face, and I’ll give you what you want.”
My shoulders shake. I know, after last night, we’ve crossed a line that we can’t undo. It was never like this. Not this far. We fucked but kept our distance. I changed the dynamic of our relationship—whatever you want to call it—and now, he’s making me his. I went too far when I burned his car. Now he has to make a point. To me. To everyone who saw it. His previous words about only ever fucking his cock prove it.
He’s claiming me. And a part of me is going to beg for it.
I swallow and lock eyes with him. “Please, Colt—”
He slaps me across the face, not too hard, but it catches me off guard, and my already soaked pussy tightens.
“Try again,” he commands.
“Please?” I cry, finding myself leaning forward when he pulls away. “Please fuck my mouth, Colt. I—”
He raises his hand, and I stop begging, the motion making me flinch. I hear his laughter follow, and my face heats with embarrassment. “It’s okay.” He stands with his hard cock right in front of my face. He grips the base of it and slaps my cheek gently with it. “Only bad little sluts get slapped. Are you a bad slut, princess?” he asks.
“No.” I manage to whimper out.
The thought of what Nate called me enters my mind, and I push it away. I am a whore. Just like he said. But Colt is offering me an out. Either I can fuck ten guys and possibly never be satisfied or I can fuck just one and get everything I need.
“No, what?” he demands.
I look up at him through watery lashes. “I’m your good little slut. Fuck me, please. I want to taste you.”
He smiles down at me, nothing but triumph on his face. This is what he wants. Me, on my knees, begging for him. If it gives me what I want, then so be it.
I open my lips, expecting him to slide it in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he runs it along my lips. I feel his precum, and my tongue darts out to taste it.
He moans. “Such a greedy little slut, princess.” His hand goes to my hair, and he grips hold of it, forcing me to look up at him. He’s wearing thin on patience.
Good.
He widens his stance, a leg on either side of me, and leans forward, his hand pushing the back of my head into the side of the mattress. I’m going to have nowhere to go. He’s going to hold me captive while he fucks my face, and my mind is screaming fuck yes.
I’ve always preferred to suck dick rather than a man go down on me. A man with a head between your legs makes you vulnerable. But his dick in your mouth? That gives you control. Even if he thinks you have none. I assure you, that’s not the case.
I love pleasing a man. And nothing is more satisfying than watching the guy you hate turn to a puddle in front of you because of what you’re doing to him.
“Fuck me,” I say, opening my mouth wide.
He groans, pushing his cock inside. Both of his hands are in my hair, and he’s standing in front of me, pinning my head to the side of the bed. He’s got me locked in place. All I can do is open my mouth and let him have his way with it.
He starts off with slow and deep thrusts. I look up at him, and he’s staring down at me. A look of hatred mixed with pleasure in his green eyes, and I swallow while he’s down my throat, forcing it to tighten around his dick.
“Goddamn.” His hands tighten in my hair, making me cry out from my stinging scalp just as he pulls out. Giving me no time to recover, he shoves it down my throat again.
My entire body aches, and my abs are sore. He picks up his pace, his thrusting becoming more and more forceful while his drool-and-cum-covered balls slap my chin.