Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
He didn’t want to come in her mouth. When he finally came he wanted to be so deep inside her that she didn’t know where he ended or she began.
“That’s enough, baby. Your mouth is so fucking sweet and hot.” He tugged on her hair, pulling her to her feet. Whizz slammed his lips down on hers, claiming her for his own. His cock pulsed with each wave of arousal. “I need to be inside you right now.”
He turned her around, putting her to her knees before him. Whizz caressed a hand up the length of her back at the same time as he grabbed his cock. He pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, watching as she accepted him inside her hot little pussy. Returning his grip to her hips, he eased his way inside her, going as deep inside her as he could.
Together they cried out. He pulled out of her until only the tip remained.
“Beg me, Lacey.”
“Please, Whizz, I need your cock. Fuck me hard. Make it feel so good.”
Slamming inside her, Whizz groaned, massaging the full rounded globes of her ass. He pounded inside her, loving the feel of her tight cunt gripping him.
“Fuck, yeah. You feel so fucking amazing. I want you, baby. I love the feel of your tight little pussy.”
He continued to thrust within her depths, going as deep as he could. The sight of his cock disappearing into her pussy was too much for him. He didn’t know how much longer he could last.
Sliding one of his hands between her thighs, he stroked her sweet pussy, coating his fingers in her cream. When he moved down from her clit, he felt his cock going in and out of her.
“Please, Whizz. I can’t take much more.”
Pulling out of her pussy, he knelt down on the bed, lifting her up to suck at her clit. The taste of her pussy exploded on his tongue. He pressed his tongue into her cunt, fucking her like he did with his cock.
“Fuck, it feels so good.” She sank her fingers into his hair, panting as he flicked her clit repeatedly. He wanted to hear her scream, cry out his name, and bask in the pleasure he alone was giving her.
“Come for me.”
“I can’t.”
He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy, sawing them in and out.
She bucked against him, crying out. Whizz didn’t stop until she came all over his tongue. Lacey screamed his name, begging for him to stop and not to continue.
Only when she finished coming down from her peak did he push her further onto the bed.
“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m not going to stop until I’m so deep inside you that you can’t think straight.”
“Please, Whizz, I can’t think straight now. I need you, I want you. Fuck me.”
He gripped his cock, pressed the tip to her soaking wet core, and slid home. The copious amounts of her cream made it easy for him to thrust to the hilt inside her. There was no pain within her, only exquisite pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around his body, holding on tight. Whizz plundered inside her, staring into her eyes as he took her to the peak of another orgasm. He swiveled his hips, bumping her clit forcing her over that peak into pleasure, and he followed her into bliss. The groan spilled from his lips as he spilled his cum into her waiting pussy.
He went lightheaded at the absolute pleasure of his orgasm. Collapsing over her, he kissed her ear, whispering words of love.
Afterward, he didn’t have the energy to move. Whizz moved far enough so that she wasn’t uncomfortable, wrapping her in his arms as sleep finally claimed him.
****
“You’re going to tell me what you know,” Alan said.
The knife in his hand twisted, and sweat beaded his brow. Staring up into the eyes of the devil, Whizz knew there was no chance of him to survive. If his brothers didn’t find him soon, Alan was going to make sure he was a dead man. He wasn’t ready to die. There was so much more he wanted to do with his life.
For so long he’d been part of the club, but at thirty-one years old, he’d not even loved. There was no woman out there waiting for him. He was alone in the world.
“Fuck you.”
Another fist to his face and Whizz’s vision blurred. “You know, Zero was a master at torture. He taught me a few things while I spent what I thought at the time were my last moments in his company.”
Zero was responsible for torturing Alan, making him look as fucked up as he did now. Whizz hoped to God he died soon. The last thing he wanted was to look like Alan. Zero had some serious fucking issues as far as he was concerned. The knife stayed twisted in Whizz’s hand.