Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Oh my god,” I breathe, eyes wide as my breasts heave. “Is that artwork?”
Logan lets out a choked chuckle.
“I suppose it could be, seeing how lifelike it is. But no, it’s meant to be used by a woman. By you, sweetheart. I was inspired when I saw you in the chair seeking ecstasy. The fucking machine was good, but I think you’ll enjoy this even more.”
I stare, my breasts heaving as the ache in my pussy grows. There’s now a slick shine on the insides of my thighs, and Logan growls with approval when he sees it.
“But how do I use it?” I breathe. “It’s mounted too high, and the size is ... well, I’d have to work it into my pussy,” I murmur, flushing. “It would require a step-stool or a ladder to do that, not to mention a lot of stretching.”
Logan grins, his white teeth flashing in the dim lights.
“You won’t need a step-stool, baby, because I’ll be holding you. I’ll be supporting your weight as you get dropped on the dildo, again and again, until your pussy creams and you lose control. I promise that this is better than any fucking machine because I’ll be the one controlling the fuck – and you’ll be the woman enjoying it.”
I stare at him. He’s going to drop me on the massive dildo? Like I’m a sack of potatoes landing on that huge monster? OMG! My cunt will be destroyed!
But Logan grins almost diabolically, reading my mind.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Get ready for your horny pussy to get the filthy fucks it craves because that,” he says, nodding to the massive toy with his head, “is about to claim your cunt and stretch you out until you scream my name.”
Oh my god, his language is so foul! But it turns me on, and the roughness in that deep voice makes me shiver with hot desire. My nipples tighten as my pussy creams again because Mr. Blackshaw wants me ... and he won’t stop until he’s done.
11
Emma
I’m trembling as I stare up at the handsome man. My blue eyes are wide and innocent, but it’s a red herring because there’s already a slick of wetness on my thighs, and Logan knows it. He knows I want to be his and he nods as a smile creeps over those handsome features.
“But I’ve never done this before,” I whisper. “I mean, I’ve done lots of things, but not this.”
“Of course not,” the billionaire responds in a deceptively mild tone while stroking a stray lock of golden hair off my cheek with a big hand. “This dildo was made to my specifications by an artisan, and I thought about buying one for the club as well. But then, I decided to keep it for my girls to enjoy because it’s more fun that way. Now are you ready, sweetheart? You’re about to be fucked silly.”
Then, Logan does something unexpected. He unzips his pants and pulls out a monster cock, so big that the oxygen whooshes out of my lungs. I stare, blinking and in shock, because the toy has nothing on this man. He’s huge, at least ten inches, with a heavy, musky set of balls dangling beneath the thick root. Pre-come oozes from the tip of the purple helmet, streaming down the sides of that girthy member, and I long to press my tongue to his tip in order to taste his special flavor.
Logan grins again, almost diabolical in the low lights.
“You’ll get a chance to sample my semen later, sweetheart. But first, I want you warmed up. Bend over, honey,” he growls in a rough tone. “Reach over and grab your ankles.”
I stare at him, unable to breathe. Oh my god, is this man serious? But slowly, my back hinges as I tilt forwards, and before I know it, my palms have grasped my ankles exactly as he commands. OMG, is this for real? My big breasts are smooshed against my thighs and my legs are open in a vee stance, showing off my juicy pussy and big buttocks.
“Beautiful,” Logan whispers behind me, his breath hot and exciting against the inside of my thighs. “You’re like a succulent flower, baby.”
Then, he goes to town. His tongue reaches out and swipes me all the way from clit to asshole, trailing a warm, wet path through my secret spot.
“Unnnnh!” I wail, my head coming up as my lashes close. Hot jolts of pleasure ripple through my cunt and I tremble with ecstasy. “Oh oh oh!”
“Yes,” Logan hisses against my wetness. “Goddamn, you taste good.” The billionaire doesn’t stop there. He licks through my folds before fastening his mouth to my clit and suckling hard. Pleasure seizes my form and I begin to shake, my knees going weak. This feels too good! But Logan holds me steady, those big hands grasping my thighs in a warm, firm grip.