Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
He slams his fingers into me a few more times as I ride out my orgasm, relishing every muscle spasm as if they are a badge he can earn. As I pant out loud, he pulls out his fingers and licks them. “Delicious.” The carnal grunt emanating from deep within his chest makes goose bumps scatter on my skin.
“On your knees,” he growls with greed darkening the look in his eyes.
I swiftly get down, right as he unzips his pants and pulls out his huge length. I still can’t get used to the size of it, even as he forces my head closer and tells me, “Open up.”
When my lips part, he shoves inside deep, so deep it makes my eyes tear up.
“Take it all in,” he growls.
I don’t fight, I don’t budge, I accept his cock in my throat like the gleeful, happy little whore he wants me to be. Just so I can get what I want … that’s what I tell myself as he thrusts in and out of my mouth again and again.
Each thrust makes it harder to breathe, as though he pushes in deeper and deeper, making me question my sanity when I thought I knew how big he was. The look on his face is animalistic while he fucks my face like he wants to show me who’s boss.
“Open wide, kitten. Let me fuck that pretty throat of yours,” he growls.
And I do exactly as he says.
At this point, I’m not even thinking about the consequences of my actions anymore. All I want is for him to fuck me into oblivion, hoping it’ll set me free.
He grabs my hair and twists it into a knot, forcing my mouth onto him until my chin is against his balls. When I gag, he smiles at the sound. “That’s it, kitten.”
He likes to see me beneath him. I can tell from the sheer enjoyment on his face. He likes to make me feel powerless. To make me feel like I’m his to use. And he knows, as well as I do, that I enjoy it deep down, too.
But I would never say that out loud.
Need and prowess fill his beastly eyes as he fucks my face over and over again. His cock hardens with each stroke, his veins bulging against my tongue.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says, hissing as he loses control. He suddenly pulls out and tugs me backward by my hair. “Beg me for it.”
“What?” I mutter, a mixture of saliva and pre-cum dripping down my chin.
“Beg me to come in your throat,” he says through gritted teeth.
I lick my lips as his cock bounces up and down in front of my face and say, “Please … come in my thro—”
I can’t even get the last few letters out before he rams his cock back into my mouth again. He plunges in so deep my eyes roll into the back of my head. He howls like a wolf, and warm seed jets onto my tongue and down my throat. It keeps coming, filling me up until I can’t hold it in anymore.
“Swallow it,” he demands, his dick still buried inside me.
I gulp and feel the cum drip down, so I swallow again and again until it’s all gone.
When he slips out of me, he wipes his cock against my lips and smiles. “Good girl.” With a single hand, he caresses my cheek, but this simple gesture makes me weak and vulnerable in a time of need. Because after ravaging me, he still finds time to show me gentleness.
We look at each other, both panting, and at this moment, it feels as though time stops. If we’d met under different circumstances, I wonder if we’d be more than captor and captive. If we could’ve ever been more than lovers.
But as time passes, so does the kind, gentle look on his face. Marcello tucks in his cock, zips up, and marches out the door, slamming it shut behind him, leaving me breathless.
And without any answers.
Marcello
I finally got the weapons I need from the Polish, and we’re about to head out to receive the shipment that’s coming in. At least it will be one less thing to worry about.
It’s hard to keep my focus on work, though.
Because of her.
Harper. My prize, my weakness. My kitten.
The more I have of her, the more I want. The need keeps growing instead of being satisfied.
She lives in my head where she sure as fuck doesn’t belong, and every time I close my eyes, there she is again. So many flashes of memory—all of them starring her and each of them as irresistible as the last. They’re like a slideshow in my mind’s eye.
The sound of her whimpers as I pushed her nightgown off her shoulders …
The way her face looked in the moonlight pouring through the window …