Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“NO!” He shouts so loud I am sure my parents heard him.
“Don’t scream they will hear you.” I tell him, walking to the door. I open it and listen for any sign of someone coming to check but so far nothing. I watch him, my back to the door as he paces my room growling, pulling at this hair.
“I can’t fucking do it, Imogen. I can't have you near him. Away from me where I can’t see you and watch you. I will burn that fucking church down and piss on the ashes if you go anywhere near him outside of school.”
I should be appalled, right? Like those words should send me running, but instead, my thighs are getting wet as I leak and soak my underwear. His need to know and claim me is burrowing into my soul. I crave it and I don’t know why, but who cares. “You have to say no or come up with something to get out of it.” He says, pacing faster.
“Like what?” I ask him in earnest. I have no blueprint for this.
“I don’t fucking know baby, but..” he doesn’t finish as he falls to his knees, face vicious and lathered in lust and seduction. “Drop your pants.” he says, staring between my legs and then back at me.
“What?”
“Drop your fucking pants. If I don’t get my tongue, finger, cock and nut in you right now, I am going to crumble this house with the war cry running through me. I am sick Imogen. I have been infected with every innocent thing about you and it has turned me into a madman. Cure me, Imogen.”
Oh god I am wobbly. His words are making my teeth chatter and my body is lighting up from the inside out. Apparently I am one of those girls who love demanding, growly, possessive men. Slowly, I remove my clothes and stand before him, naked and exposed but I have never felt more secure.
From his spot on the floor, kneeling in front of me much like worship, he pulls my body to his face and rubs his cheeks and stubble over my nipples pulling a whimper from my chest. He does it over and over, the abrasiveness of his hair, feels so fucking good. “Ah God, baby, I am sick. Something is wrong with me but fixing it would be impossible. I need to be the beginning and end of everything when it comes to you. Do you understand what I am saying?” he asks before his tongue flicks out and moves over my nipple.
“Alex.” My hands are on his head, as he laves my nipples, biting and sucking them into his mouth. “Feels so good, Alex.”
“You always taste like a candy store, baby. It feeds my addiction like nothing can.” His hand pushes my legs apart and suddenly my nipples are cold from losing his mouth but his kisses move down my abdomen. He lingers over my stomach, kissing and nuzzling it. Something about it resonates with me, but before I can address it, his tongue slides up my pussy lips, splitting them open. “Yes!” I cry out before quickly putting my fist in my mouth. His movements are frenzied, almost panic-stricken as he tries to pull my orgasm from me, quickly.
“Alex, please.” I whisper while my man continues to suck at my clit and fondle the hole between my ass cheeks. The pressure of his mouth and his finger is too much. I silently scream, hand in mouth, muffling the rapture before falling over onto his back.
“Baby you undo me every time you give yourself over to this fever we both feel.” I assume he is going to kiss me and go, but he lays me on the bed and unzips his pants. He doesn’t pull them down and I find something incredibly dirty and erotic about him not taking his pants off.
With his tongue in my mouth, he pushes inside of me and I bite him, holding in the cry. He is so big and wide, even though we did this last night, I am still not used to the intrusion. “Fucking sexy angel. This pussy is drenched and swollen. You’re a dirty girl for your man aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“That’s so good baby because God himself couldn’t pull me out of this cunt. Fucking shit, Pequeña. This hole is still so tight and small. Move on me, baby. Fuck me back. Show me you want it all. Every damn inch is for you.” His command is obscene and filthy but I do it. I move beneath him, my hips bucking and meeting his every thrust. I whimper into his mouth as the mutual ramming between us builds inside of me. Our tongues engage in a sensual dance, involving teeth, biting, sucking and saliva ensuring every part of me from my mouth down is covered in him.