Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
"Mmmm," I hum. "Then let's go."
I grab her body, pull it off the slab of stone, and set her feet on the floor with such quick precision, she doesn't even have time to command her legs to stand.
Emmaleen's knees buckle, nearly collapsin' before I catch her, and she wobbles for a moment, desperately tryna get herself together.
I'm watchin' carefully. Waitin' for the moment when her brain comes back online, then I give her a push. Hard enough to get her goin', light enough not to knock her down.
Then I'm pullin' her through the curtain and into the great room.
I give her one final shove, makin' her stumble straight to the windows.
Then I come up behind her and lean back into her ear. "This is Decimatio, a stór. This is what you've been begging for all these months. Are ya ready?"
She sucks in a deep breath, lookin' over her shoulder at me, and nods. "Yes, my Saint. I'm ready."
Without hesitation, I bend her forward at the waist. Then plant both palms flat against the cold surface, pressin' her cheek against the window. She opens her legs wide and rises onto her toes like she's little spread-eagle ballerina.
Beyond her reflection, the city sprawls endlessly.
I grip her hips without warnin', fingers diggin' into her flesh, and line my cock up with her entrance. I don't ask if she's ready. I know she is. I just slam into her. One brutal thrust, buryin' myself to the root.
Emmaleen moans, her hands makin' fists against the glass.
She's hot and slick, but also tight. her pussy is wrapped around my cock in absolute perfection. Grippin' me like a vice as I pull back and drive in again, settlin' into a punishing rhythm designed to obliterate any pretense of control she might be clingin' to.
Her palms squeak against the glass as she struggles to brace herself. The position gives her no leverage, no way to push back or adjust the angle. She can only stand there—bent, spread, exposed—and accept every brutal thrust.
I fuck her harder, hips slammin' against her abused ass with enough force to make her entire body jolt forward. Her breath comes in desperate gasps, foggin' more and more of the window until I can barely see the harbor through the condensation.
I change the angle slightly, drivin' deeper, hittin' that spot inside her that makes her whole body convulse. Her legs shake violently, threatenin' to give out, but she stays in position through sheer determination.
God, I love this girl.
My left hand releases her hip and tangles in her hair instead, yankin' her head back sharply. The angle forces her spine to arch even more, pushin' her ass higher, openin' her up further for my cock.
She moans—can't help herself—and I feel her pussy clench tight around me.
I fuck her relentlessly, chasin' my own release. The obscene sound of skin slappin' against skin fills the loft, mixin' with her gasps and my own ragged breathin' as my orgasm builds. Her entire body trembles against me—exhausted, overwhelmed, completely at my mercy.
My right hand slides between her legs, fingers findin' her clit immediately. She's absolutely soaked—her arousal coatin' my fingers as I begin circlin' that sensitive bundle of nerves with ruthless precision.
She shatters, pussy clenching around me as her body convulses against the window. Her palms squeak desperately against the glass as she breaks with a deep moan that echoes off the loft's high ceilings.
I grip her hair tight, yankin' her head back while my other hand wraps carefully around her throat—just enough pressure to remind her I'm in control, not enough to cut off air.
My own orgasm builds fast now, coilin' tight at the base of my spine. Her reflection in the glass is absolutely destroyed. Makeup smeared. Hair tangled in my fist. Lips parted and gaspin'. The city lights behind her make her glow like some sort of debauched angel.
"Fuck—" The word tears out of me as the orgasm starts buildin' to its peak.
I pull out at the last possible second, releasin' her hair and removin' my hand from her throat simultaneously.
She drops immediately, collapsin' in a heap on the hardwood floor at my feet.
I barely register her movement before I'm grabbin' her shoulder, rollin' her onto her back with rough efficiency. She lands sprawled beneath me, chest heavin', eyes unfocused and glazed.
I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke once, twice, before the orgasm hits.
I come hard, releasin' all over her body in thick ropes. The first lands across her breasts—paintin' white across skin still pink from the wax. The second hits her stomach. The third splashes lower, coatin' her hip and thigh.
I keep strokin', milkin' every last drop from my cock as I drop to my knees and spread the last of my come across her lips. She's completely ruined and utterly gorgeous.
When the last spasm finally fades, I release my cock and brace one hand against the floor beside her head, breathin' hard.