Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
I shouldn’t have any sympathy for the man, considering what he put me through. Still, something compelled me to swivel and press myself against his back.
I kissed his bare shoulder, dragging my fingers through his hair. I needed his body, even if I could not have his heart. He turned around and searched my face in the dark. His thumb trailed the outline of my forehead, rolling down to my chin.
“What do you need?” he croaked, grabbing my wrist and placing a kiss against my palm.
“You.”
“Do you want a quick, dirty fuck? Slow, missionary-style sex?”
“Rough and hard.” My thumb traced the shape of his thick eyebrow.
We both needed the distraction.
His lips crashed against mine, tongue belligerently dominating my mouth. Tate wrenched the top of my nightie down, tugging hard, stretching and ripping the fabric against my skin.
Twisted, sick possessiveness took him over. He kicked the duvet off us, clawing my pj’s from my body. The fabric stood no chance. I fumbled with his joggers, pushing them down. His cock sprang out, thick, veiny, and erect.
Grabbing both my wrists, he pinned them to the headboard above me. “Move, and I deny you an orgasm. Clear?”
I nodded.
He planted his knees on either side of my waist, hiking himself up, angling his engorged, dripping cock into my mouth. He scooted along my body until his thighs trapped my shoulders, his glistening crown in my face.
“Gonna check how good you worked on that gag reflex.”
I nodded again. I was so excited I could feel my pulse between my thighs.
“Understand, Apricity, that I’m about to fuck your face. Are you prepared for that?”
“Yes,” I said slowly. “I understand. Fuck my face already. I’m about to fall back to slee—”
He shoved his cock into my mouth in one go. I immediately gagged, my eyes watering as I inhaled through my nose. Oh God. He was thick. To make matters worse, he braced one hand over the headboard, using his free one to grab the back of my neck. He thrust into my mouth, hard.
“That’s right. Take it like a good girl.”
I had the distinct feeling he was trying to mark me somehow. He pulled back, then thrust his cock into my mouth again, and I saw stars, my mouth dripping with saliva as I held my breath. He fucked my face mercilessly, without rhythm or tempo, his balls hitting my chin each time he drove home. I resisted the urge to reach and play with myself while he hit the back of my throat again and again, using his hand on my neck to pull me into him, making his entire shaft disappear inside my throat until I felt it curve into my bloody neck. I couldn’t risk not getting an orgasm. I knew this one would be earth-shattering.
“No. No. I’m not coming in your mouth,” he muttered to himself, pulling out of me all at once. He rolled me to my stomach and braced his knees on either side of my bum, locking me in place. He was quivering a little, and I knew it was because he was breaking his own rules, having me in his kingdom, in his bed. “How’s the mouth?” He scowled.
“I’ll survive,” I said around a big ball of nothing. Maybe. If he didn’t dislocate my jaw.
His knuckles slid down my ass, a finger dipping into my pussy.
I slapped his hand away, my face buried in his pillows. “No,” I said, my breathing choppy. “Fuck me. Use me. Drown in me. You want this to be loveless? So be it.”
With a growl, he spat on his cock, sheathing it with saliva by stroking it up and down, then wedged the crown into my opening. My thighs were squeezed together, which made the friction unbearably hot, and when he pushed inside, he discovered I was already wet for him.
A guttural sound came from the bottom of his lungs, and he leaned forward, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck as he began thrusting into me, hard and deep, still caging my legs shut for maximum resistance. My eyes rolled inside their sockets. Each time he pushed into me, the momentum jerked me forward, making my head bang against the headboard and my clit chafe the mattress. My tits bounced, my nipples grazing the sheets, creating delicious friction. Heat spread inside my core.
My pulse became erratic, mirroring his fitful thrusts. I pushed to my forearms, arching my back. This allowed him to drive deeper into me. But it was almost too good. I was going to come soon, and I wanted to prolong this sensation. The sound of our flesh slapping together mixed with the scent of our juices filling the air. We panted and grunted and clawed at each other’s skin, like we were at war. Each time he slammed into me, I felt like he was tipping me over the edge of a tall, looming cliff.