Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
The initial sensation always pains like a bastard, but I’m an addict. I moan as the piece of shit pulls his cock out to shove all four fingers back inside me. He follows them up with his dick in one big fucking stab.
“Better,” I tell him and he stabs me again and again.
It burns like hell, but I’m squelching and bucking, taking it all with a fuck, fuck, yessss.
I’m back to the horny bitch I was when I was teasing cock on the dancefloor. I put my hand between my legs to check out the full horny extent of what he’s giving me, gripping his wrist to urge him deeper. His balls bounce against my fingers.
“That’s so good,” I tell him. “You’re so much better than the jerk in the club, so much better…”
“He wasn’t going to treat your cunt like this. He’d have no fucking idea how to play.”
“You know how to play.” My breaths pick up. “Oh fuck, you know how to play. And I hope you do play. In the fucking daylight when I can see what the fuck you’re doing to me, because you know what? I like watching. I like begging for it. I like to splay my fucking legs and beg to be pounded.”
“Beg now, slut. Beg for it.”
I circle my clit as he slams me.
“Faster, please. Make me a dirty bitch. That’s why I came out tonight. I wanted to be used like a filthy slut.”
He speeds up his thrusts, and my tits are bouncing. They come out of the neckline of my dress, hanging free.
“Crush my tits,” I tell him. “Play while you fuck me. Please.”
He wraps an arm under me, and his hand grapples and grabs. My flesh slaps as he pinches and tugs.
“I’m gonna love seeing these in the daylight,” he tells me. “But I’ll be in charge, remember that. I’m always in charge.”
“That’s ok, I don’t care… just give it to me. I’ll take whatever you want, because you’re so fucking good. My God, you’re so fucking good.”
This time, I’m not lying.
User 2906 is a beast with my tits while his fingers and cock plough my pussy. My clit sparks with lightning bolts. I press my forehead to the wall, not giving a fuck about how I might get grazed. The only thing that matters is reaching the peak, and he owes me one, since he fucking wrecked it when I was about to come on another guy’s fingers.
He was right, though. He’s better than that. The buildup only made me more needy, full of moans as I get to the edge.
The timing is perfect. My clenching pussy sends him over the edge in sync with me, and we’re nothing but a grunting mess of slapping flesh as we come together. He unloads in my pussy with his four fingers still buried deep, and holds them there in the aftermath, squidging them around in his cum as I try to get my breath back.
It’s so gross, it’s hot as fuck.
“There you go, whore,” he says. “I could read you a mile off. Piece of trash cum-slut.”
“Fuck you,” I say. “I can’t help what my pussy needs. That’s called biology.”
“It’s called being a desperate slag with a big wet cunt, and just wait until next time. It’ll beg for a whole lot more from me then.”
He pulls his fingers free, wipes them on my ass, and can’t resist grabbing my pussy lips again.
“Fuck, that was good,” he says.
I moan when he tugs.
“Dirty bitch.”
I hear him buckle himself back up, but I don’t move, just stay bent over like the slut I am while his cum dribbles out of my pussy.
The bottles on the floor do another jangle as he walks away and leaves me there, dishevelled and used up between two dumpsters. I don’t move for a while, enjoying the flooding power of the aftermath, with a heady smile on my face as my body comes down.
It really is fucking cold now, and my teeth start to chatter as my adrenaline depletes. My nipples are like frozen bullets and my tits are prickling as I shove them back in my dress.
I scramble around the floor for my clutch, grabbing my phone and calling my usual cab number. They are only ever a few minutes away, given I’m such a regular client.
“Belgravia, please,” I say. “From Club Revelier. Tottenham.”
I use my phone torch to get out of here in my heels. It’s a shit show, with used up wrappers, and battered boxes and broken bottles everywhere. And fuck knows where my ruined panties are. Maybe he took them as a trophy. Damn, I’m glad he didn’t drop me to my knees. I’d have likely ended up with far more than a grazed cheek from some brickwork. I brace myself on one of the dumpsters, clenching my pussy to test the aftermath, and fuck it hurts. I take a steadying breath and step back into the street, which is still practically empty since everyone is still clubbing.