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)
“You—”
“You know I saw you first,” he whispers.
“What?”
“You didn’t know I was there, watching you that first time a year ago,” he explains and my heart clenches. “And then you turned around and I thought those are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”
“Shepard,” I moan because I don’t know what else to do.
I can’t tell him the truth and I can’t make myself move away. So I say his name like a plea. Like a prayer. To come save me.
“I fucking love the way you say my name,” he murmurs then, rubbing my pussy as if soothing it, praising it, as if showing how much. “It sounds needy. Desperate. So fucking good. So fucking horny. It sounds like you need me to breathe life into you. It sounds like you’ll die without me. Without my touch.”
I will. I will, I will, I will.
“You n-never say mine,” I accuse, or more like breathe out because I’m panting.
He keeps running his fingers between my pussy lips. “You agree to be mine and I’ll say your name day and night. I’ll moan it in your ears when I’m pounding into your hole. I’ll spell it out with my tongue when I’m licking this cunt. I’ll fucking tattoo your name on my skin. All you have to do is say yes.”
With that, he taps my core again and again and again, making me lose my mind. Making me think why the hell am I not saying yes. Why the hell do I insist on keeping this distance between us? In moments like this, I don’t even care about the money, our connection that he knows nothing about. But it exists, doesn’t it? And I can’t. I can’t deceive him any more than I already am.
And these are the easy nights. A couple of nights, he’s tried to make things hard for me.
He likes to scare me, see. So he’ll play with my pussy, make me come, and when my world is spinning from the orgasm he gave me, he’ll circle my virgin hole with his thumb.
I jerk and moan, “No.”
He chuckles and says, “Fuck yes.”
“You c-can’t.”
“I can.”
I try to sit up straight and untangle my legs from his, but he widens his thighs and grabs my throat, keeping me pinned in place, helpless and drugged. “Why are you… Why are you obsessed with c-choking?”
“I’m obsessed with you,” he says, chuckling again, making my heart skip a beat. “And the fact that every time I cut off your air even a little bit, I can fucking feel your pussy fluttering on my hand and that hole of your tightening up.”
Shame burns every inch of me. “No, you don’t.”
“Yeah, I do, baby.”
Shame burns even harder and I try to move his hand away. “Stop.”
He stops moving his thumb, keeping it poised at my hole for a second before dipping in slightly. And when I say slightly, I mean very, very, very fucking slightly. So fucking slightly that it might not even be classified as a movement but to me, it’s my whole world. My whole universe. “Say yes and I’ll stop.”
“Say yes to w-what?”
“Say yes to letting me fuck your juicy little pussy that loves it when I choke your throat a little too much, with my dick, later,” he explains. “And I won’t stick my finger in it now.”
God, it sounds so good. It sounds so crazy. It sounds like everything I want to hear for the rest of my life. I clench my eyes shut, moaning. “It’s so… Do you realize how twisted this sounds?”
He yanks my neck up with his fingers, squeezing it to the point where breathing becomes difficult, and growls, “And you don’t think this is twisted?”
I clutch his arm, trying to get him to loosen the pressure. “Shepard, y-you—”
“You being a cock tease out there,” he cuts me off, still keeping the pressure. “Making me lose my fucking head like you don’t love doing that to me, and then dancing in my lap like you wouldn’t dance better with my dick in your hole every single night.” Keeping his thumb in position, he smacks my core and I swear, I feel drops of my cum flying everywhere, landing on my shaking thighs. “And you know why that is, don’t you? It’s because she knows. That pretty, little, tight as fucking fuck kitty knows she belongs to me. She knows she’s mine. Every single strawberry-tasting inch of you is fucking mine.” If anything, he increases the pressure and a choking sound erupts out of me and God, my pussy juices up even more. “And the more you deny it, my bad little whore, the more it’s going to piss me off, and when I get my hands on you, I’m going to make you regret every single second you chose to torture me. Every single second you chose to make me wait instead of giving me what we both want.”