Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"After you left last night, I touched myself. I came on my fingers while I thought about how it felt to have your cock sliding against my tongue, and how fucking hot it was when you fucked my face."
He groaned again, and I gave a little extra as I ground my hips down on his face, adding to the delicious pleasure.
"I made myself come over and over thinking about how you just bent me over the sofa and took me. How even when you're angry with me, you still make me come, and I wanted more. I made myself come thinking about you touching me, teasing me, punishing me."
He groaned again, and I knew his iron control was cracking, but so was I.
I had touched myself last night thinking about him.
I was sore and pissed, but also so painfully aroused.
He made me come hard with his cock in my ass but just remembering it wasn't the same.
I needed to feel his body against mine, like I had in his bed.
Or I needed him to fuck me so thoroughly I came apart on his cock over and over.
"I fantasized about you checking my grades and then forcing me to do my coursework naked, bent over your desk while you spanked me for every wrong answer, and slid your cock further inside me for every right one." Every dirty thought I had about him came spilling from my lips, and I wouldn't have stopped speaking even if I could.
"More," he growled. He was getting closer to breaking.
"I thought about every argument we have had, or almost had, or could have, and how they all ended with us fucking."
"Did you get punished every time?" he asked as he took a breath, then slid his fingers out of me and replaced them with his tongue. The sensation wasn't as strong, but it was still intense, and I arched my back a little further. His wet fingers reached up between my breasts.
"No, sometimes I won the fight, and I was rewarded. You would spread me out on your desk and lick me, pushing me into coming over and over as an apology before you fucked me," I said before wrapping my lips around his fingers and sucking.
Tasting myself on his fingers was incredibly erotic, the spicy warmth that was all him mixing with the sweet tanginess that was all me.
"One time, I punished you in my fantasy," I admitted, slipping his fingers from my lips.
His hand went to my breast, pinching and kneading.
He let out a warning growl. I knew Artem wouldn't like the idea of being punished.
"You fucked up," I said, trying to think past the overwhelming pleasure and pressure building in my core, begging for release.
I needed some control. Even when he was in charge, I needed to show him I still mattered. I still needed freedom to make my own decisions and for him to respect them.
"So I made you watch as I touched myself. I was in your bed, wearing only your tie as I touched myself and made myself come over and over. You weren't allowed to touch me, not until I said—"
He fucked me harder with his fingers. The finger that was just brushing against my dark hole was now massaging it, slipping only an inch inside.
"Fuck, Artem," I groaned, leaning into his touch. "I need to come. Let me come."
"Not yet," he said.
Shivers and a cold sweat broke out over my entire body. My thighs were shaking so hard they hurt. I couldn't hold on much longer, but I refused to break before he did.
"Artem," I said, this time a demand, not a plea.
"No," he growled and pushed his finger in further. It burned, but that just intensified everything.
"Artem," I screamed.
He pulled away from me, grabbed my ankles, and flipped me over onto my back.
He shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his pants. Then lined his cock up with my aching cunt. The blunt head of him pressed against my entrance, hot and hard.
"Admit you want me, that you crave the way I fuck you," he growled.
"No." I wouldn't. I'd already admitted too much.
"Admit it." He drew tight circles over my clit with his thumb.
"No," I said again.
"Admit it or I will leave you here tied to this bed, needing release. And I will go find someone else to—"
Jealousy surged inside of me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him toward me. I wanted to kill someone at the thought of his hands on another woman.
"Admit it," he shouted.
"Fine,” I shouted back. “I want you. I need your cock inside of me and even when I hate you, I want you to fuck me into submission."
He thrust in hard and fast.
The delicious stretch of him filling me completely made me cry out.
"It might not mean you don't hate me, but it means that you are mine."