Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Tugging my tie free, I noose it around her neck. Those big green eyes peer up at me, her chest heaving. “Be a good girl for me, and I’ll spread you out and fuck your cunt until your legs shake so hard, you’ll lose the ability to use them.” When her pupils blow wide from my words alone, I debate carving my name into her skin so she never forgets me.
“Yes,” she gasps, licking her lips.
“Yes what?” I rumble, reaching for her hair and giving it a little tug.
Her face is so expressive, I can see her searching her brain for the correct answer before she eventually says, “Yes, sir.”
“Mmmm, good. Come with me.” I tug on the tie until she’s walking on all fours down the hallway to the bedroom. My gaze drifts to her ass, swaying as she crawls, the movement causing saliva to flood my mouth. My cock pulses, seeing she has a fucking tattoo on her right hip. I lean a little to try to see what it is. Is that a fucking cross? She’s religious, and tonight she’ll be praying for forgiveness after I make her sin over and over again, choking on those prayers around my cock. Tonight, she’s letting the devil in.
Once we enter the bedroom, I still in front of her stalling her own movements, and she sits back, palms on her knees. She’s a natural. With her eyes dilated and body shuddering, I’m going to use her to feed my hunger, devouring her until we’re both too full to take anymore. Stroking a hand down her cheek, I smudge her lipstick with my thumb. Pushing past her lips, I shove my thumb in and out of her mouth. “You’re fucking beautiful,” I tell her, surprising us both. She bites on her inner cheek, her brow furrowing. I smack her face gently, making her inhale sharply. “Don’t,” I warn her. She doesn’t fucking know how stunning she is. That should be a crime. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her again. Moisture fills her eyes and trickles over, dampening her cheeks. I swipe up one of her tears and bring the wetness to my lips, sucking it clean. “So fucking sweet.” I tell her, unbuttoning my slacks. “I want to fuck you dirty, soak you in sin, Angel.”
Walking around her body, I slip a hand over her shoulder blade and down her spine, unhooking her bra. It falls loose, slipping down her arms. Her skin is so soft and receptive, goose bumps rising where I touch. “Hands behind your back,” I order, pride filling me when she instantly obeys. I use the bra to bind her hands, my dick begging to be free when I move back around her body. Her heavy tits rise and fall, the dark pink nipples hard and desperate for contact. “Open your mouth.” She does, and I pull my cock free. Fast, needy pants wisp from her lips, her eyes darting up to mine as she shuffles a little toward me. “You’re so hungry, aren’t you, Angel? Whose been starving you?”
I tease her lips with the pre-cum glimmering on the head of my cock. I wait for her to stop me, but when she doesn’t, I ignore all my own rules of wrapping my cock and push into her mouth raw. She greedily accepts me, gagging on my length while sucking and slurping around me, hollowing her cheeks. She’s inexperienced, her movements sloppy and uncoordinated, but it only makes me harder. Twisting a fist in her hair, I fuck her mouth, willing myself not to come as she cries, taking all my girth like a good little slut. I piston my hips in and out of her throat, ramming all the way down before tightening the tie for a few seconds to feel her throat close against my length. When I pull free, she gasps for air as I stroke my cock. Heat races up my spine, my balls drawing up as my cum spurts over her face, painting her flesh in our sin. “Look what you made me do,” I tsk gruffly, a shiver shaking my limbs. Shit. I haven’t come that fast in a long time.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she says, squirming. My cock twitches, needing inside her. It’s not the words we agreed on, but I’ll take them any day. Lifting her, I toss her onto the bed, relishing in the way her tits bounce and her hair fans out like wings around her. I reach for the fabric of her panties then snap the material, wrenching them from her body and stuffing them into my pocket. These are mine.
“Spread those fucking legs,” I demand “Show me your needy cunt.” When she hesitates, I slap her thigh hard enough to leave a print, the sound piercing through the air. She startles and opens her legs. Gleaming, pink perfection greets me. She’s clean shaven, and without even touching her, I can see she’s tight.