Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
“Tell me what filth you want in your first chapter,” I whispered in her ear. “Let me know just how much of a slut you want to be on the pages.”
Her eyes were hooded, Lilith in full possession of her.
“As dirty as you can make me,” she said. “I’m serious. Make me fucking dirty.”
I let go of her arms and loosened my belt, taking out my cock in front of her. She was far hungrier for me than she was for vanilla milkshake, dropping to her knees and taking me into her mouth like she was starving. Her enthusiasm was gorgeous. I used her face like she was a slut in a brothel, out to serve, and she took it like she was one, so focused on my pleasure that she was a dribbling, retching mess. I loved her like that.
I tugged her to her feet before I blew my load, dragging her through to the living room to toss her face first over the arm of the sofa, her ass in the air. She didn’t need telling to wait as I got the toys and rope from the dining table. She moved herself to help me strip her bare without a sound, offering her hands behind her back as soon as she was naked. I bound them tight, taking her balance from her so she toppled completely, her face against the sofa seats as I gave her a slap, slap, slap on her sweet little butt.
Her bird-like shrieks were music to my balls. I slapped her harder, twice, three times, loving the jerk of her body and the white of her flesh pinking up nicely.
“Ouch,” she said and I slapped her other cheek so hard she cried out and squirmed.
Beautiful!
“Spread your legs,” I told her, and she shuffled. I could see her pussy lips begging for cock, but her asshole was begging, too. A few more slaps and I took the red marker, writing USE ME across her ass cheeks, and I kicked her legs even wider, so she was exposed like a cheap bitch.
Then I got my camera ready.
“Look back at me,” I said, and she tried.
Bent over the arm of the sofa, with her hands bound in rope behind her back, legs spread wide as her face twisted to smile at me, she looked like a fucked up little dolly in glasses.
Beautiful.
USE ME.
The pictures were worthy of any porn site in the world. The video I took as I ploughed her cunt with my dick would be a crime not to upload online, because she was a treasure the rest of mankind would go wild for.
My real talent wasn’t for video, though. My talent was for words.
I’d have to make sure my filthy words about her did her justice, capturing the purity of her innocence beneath the horny, needy bitch who needed to be fucked raw.
It was me who came first. She was still dripping cum from her pussy, still bound tight as I took to my knees and lapped her clean. She moaned so sweetly as I ate her out from behind, soaking my face as she came for me. And then I flipped her onto her back to do it again. Insatiable. Two bodies desperate, one body bound.
It was late when we collapsed in bed, both of us exhausted. Her hair was freshly washed coconut and her skin was soaped clean, but tonight that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to leave more of a mark on her. I wanted my filth under her clothes when she was trying to be a good pupil in her lessons.
“Where are you going?” she asked as I pulled free of her arms and headed back to the living room.
“Be right back,” I said, returning moments later with the permanent black marker in my hand.
I pulled back the bedcovers to display her perky little tits, impressed when she stuck her chest out on instinct.
“Good girl,” I said and then wrote Julian’s little slut down her stomach, smiling proudly as I dropped the pen on the bedside table.
She didn’t protest, grinning brightly as I got back into bed beside her.
“Yes, I am,” she said.
She didn’t wash it off in the morning, bouncing off to college like she was heading to a fairground this time, not to a bitching hell hole. Her demeanour was definitely shifting and so was mine. I needed to embrace my own soul’s calling, just as she was embracing hers.
It felt bizarrely natural when I switched on my old laptop and called up a blank page, and any hangups I thought I might have disappeared to dust the moment my fingers hit the keyboard.
I didn’t stop writing all day.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Rosie
When my friend Molly left for London all those years ago, it had felt like she’d taken my fun of studying along with her. Goodbye, for ever. But I had hope now. I had excitement about having someone new in my life here, outside of the vague circle I’d been on the outskirts of.