Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
He proceeds to prepare me for his invasion with deep, scorching kisses and wandering hands. He takes off my nightie so gently that it feels like a dream. He pushes my panties down so tenderly that it feels like I’m walking on clouds. And then, he traces his tongue along the column of my neck. He sucks on my skin, nips it, places both feathery and hard kisses along my collarbone before moving down and putting his mouth on my breasts.
I don’t have big breasts or anything like that, but he plays with them so that he makes me feel like they’re the perfect size for him. He plumps them up with his hands, grabs them, gropes them. Pulls at my nipples, rolls them between his fingers. Then he does all of that with his mouth, with his tongue and his teeth mixed in, and I’m a slippery, trembling mess.
I only get worse when he pays the same attention to my ribs and my belly. To my silver hoop that I still haven’t taken off from that night weeks and weeks ago. He’s only ever played with it with his fingers, but tonight, he flicks it with his tongue, and it feels like he’s licking me down there. He tugs it with his teeth and it feels like he’s tugging my clit. And when he sucks on it, it feels like I’m going to come. It could also be the fact that I’m rocking my hips due to his ministrations. I’m arching my back and digging my heels in. I’m rubbing my dripping, swollen pussy along his sculpted chest.
Whatever it is, I’m soon reduced to a trembling, orgasmic mess—my go-to when it comes to him and all the things he does to me—and by the time he enters my pussy, I want him so badly that I hardly feel it. Or if I do feel it, I don’t mind as much. I don’t mind the stretch, the burn. I don’t mind the sheer heft of his dick as it slowly, very slowly, makes its way inside of me, making me feel he’s in my stomach.
I say, looking up at him, “Y-you’re… I feel you in my tummy.”
He stares down, his brows sweaty, his whole body sweaty and taut between my thighs. “Wait for it.”
I dig my nails in his biceps, confused. “What?”
He doesn’t answer me for long seconds, his hips working over my body in shallow thrusts as I rock back against him. And then, he clenches his jaw, and I feel his hips jerking hard. At which point, I realize I don’t need him to answer me any longer because I already understand. He wasn’t in my tummy before, but he is now. Or at least it feels like it, because he’s finally all the way inside of me and I have to arch my back even deeper to accommodate him. I have to claw at his arms, bite my lip and clench my eyes shut. To make space for him inside my body.
And even then, it’s hard. Even then it feels like he’s plundering and pillaging, wrecking my insides. I guess I spoke too quickly, huh? About not minding the stretch and the burn. I guess I hadn’t felt the full extent of it just yet. But then in all of this, I forgot one thing. I forgot the best weapon in his arsenal, the best balm that only he can give me.
His hand around my throat.
And his words in my ears, calling me his good girl, as he starts moving inside of me. Telling me how well I’m doing as he goes in and out. Slowly but surely. He tells me I’m doing even better than the other night. That my pussy opened right up for him and feels so good and hot and wet around his dick as he pumps and pumps.
He tells me only good girls like me have such a slutty pussy. That juices up so good for their man. Only good girls like me open their thighs so wide that I may as well be doing splits for him, giving him full access to use me. Only I know how much to arch my back so he goes all the way in before sliding all the way out, and only I know how hard to claw his skin so I draw blood.
“Because you’re the only girl I’ll ever bleed for, baby,” he whispers against my mouth. “You’re the only girl I’ll ever kneel on broken glass for. Or lick a leather boot for. You’re the only girl I’ll ever be hungry like a fucking dog for.”
“Shepard, I…”
I come before I get to warn him about it. About my orgasm and how hard my pussy is going to clench around his length. So much so that he goes over the edge only a few seconds later. And it’s such a steep drop that he falls on my body, his hard chest pressing into my breasts and sensitive nipples, his pointy abs stabbing into my soft belly. And despite not being able to breathe, I wind my limbs around him. I wind my arms around his neck and my thighs around his waist, crossing my ankles at his back, feeling his haphazard jerks.