Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
It was the first of many steps to ensure she’d always be mine. As I held myself over her, I set the salve on the nightstand, sweeping my gaze from my mark to the curve of her ass. I leaned in closer, unable to resist the allure of her soft skin beneath me. I ran my hands down her back, gently rolling her onto her stomach with a hand on her hip. Carefully, I eased down her pajama pants.
She began to wake, and I stopped until her breathing evened out again. I didn’t want her up until I was inside her. Her underwear was the same shade as her pajamas, she’d done that on purpose. Removing it proved a tad more difficult. I had to pull the pad away from her body in the process, revealing the folds of her pussy. My heart raced as I took in the sight before me.
She was impossibly gorgeous, and I felt an overwhelming need to possess her fully. I traced the lines of her body with my fingertips, committing them to memory all over again.
With care, I eased her legs apart, her knees bending naturally as she unconsciously surrendered to me. I knew this was her way of submitting to the lust that we both felt, even if she wasn't completely aware of it. Slowly, I positioned myself above her, my body hovering over her like a shadow in the night.
"Are you awake, Lolita?"
No response came.
"Perfect," I murmured. I tugged my briefs down and gripped my cock tightly, teasing her pussy with the head. With deliberate slowness, I pushed inside her, relishing the resistance that greeted me. She was so tight I had to pause for a moment. Her breathing hitched and I could feel her muscles clench around me, but she remained asleep, responding to my touch like a puppet on strings. As I continued to push deeper, her body undulated beneath me. It was as if she was welcoming me, inviting me to take her fully. She wanted this as badly as I did.
I savored the feeling of her walls clenching around me, trying to pull me further in. In a moment of pure dominance, I gripped her hair and claimed her lips with my own as I thrust into her again and again. Another telltale hitch in her breath signaled that she was close to waking, the sleep aide already having done most of its job.
“So good,” I whispered against her ear. I thrust harder, feeling her resistance slowly dissipate as she accommodated me. Her breath hitched again, and I knew it wouldn't be long now. My balls slapped against her as I lost myself inside her.
Lolita's body began to respond in earnest, her pussy clenched and unclenched around me, milking me with a strength that belied her small stature. A low growl escaped my lips as I felt the familiar building tension coiling deep within me. I couldn't help but wonder how much longer it would be before she truly woke up.
I wanted to see the fear in her eyes when she realized what she'd done, what she'd allowed me to do. I wanted to see the moment her fear turned to desire, and she screamed my name. My mind was engulfed in a dark and twisted lust as I fucked the innocent, sleeping beauty before me.
“Lolita,” I called her name and thrust harder. When she didn’t wake, I fully gathered her hair into one hand and wrapped the silky strands around my fist. I pulled her head back, exposing her delicate neck to my hungry gaze. I leaned down and bit lightly at the tender skin, forcing my cock as deep into her pussy as I could.
Her eyes flickered open, and I knew this was the moment I'd been waiting for. “A-Alex?”
She took in the scene—me, naked and on top of her, my cock between her legs. Her eyes welled with tears, but I could see the fear in them was quickly turning to something else.
I held her tight and thrust harder.
"Stop, Alex!" she pleaded.
I couldn't stop.
Each word from her only fueled the fire burning within me, driving me deeper into madness. I thrust with primal aggression, feeling her body tremble beneath me as I claimed what was rightfully mine. Her fingers dug into the sheets, leaving deep marks in the fabric. I leaned down and kissed her, groaning with pleasure at her growing arousal. Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, to protest, but all that escaped were small gasps of surrender.
"Alex," she managed, her voice barely audible above the sound of our bodies colliding. I clamped my hand over her mouth, silencing her protests. With each thrust, I felt like I was tearing her apart and rebuilding her in my image. And she welcomed it, her cries of protest turning into muffled moans of pleasure as she arched beneath me.