Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“This is what you wanted, right? To die at my hands,” she says, giggling. “Well, you’ve got your wish now.”
The rope tightens so much I can’t breathe.
“Don’t you dare retract that tongue.”
She swivels her hips on top of my face, smothering me with her hips, and fuck, if I died now, I’d be a happy man indeed.
When she releases the ropes, I suck in the air through my nostrils, then moan out loud.
“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”
She laughs again.
“I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.”
“Don’t stop,” I moan, feeling demented for enjoying it.
She tightens the rope again, almost as if she’s insulted by my pleasure.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” she growls, burying my face between her legs. “Don’t talk. As a matter of fact, don’t breathe.”
She rolls her hips around my tongue, pleasuring herself on top of my face.
“Just take it like a good little slut,” she groans, tilting her head back.
Her juices drip down my chin, while she fucks herself on my low-life tongue, and my brain has escaped this plane of life already.
This … this is death because I am in heaven.
Suddenly, she grabs my cock, and I jolt in the chair, held back by the restraints she put me in.
“Hard already,” she observes. “I wonder how much harder you can get.”
She starts stroking me right through the fabric of my pants, and I’m losing my mind, absolutely losing it as I whimper for mercy.
Her wetness circles my tongue, clit thumping from the sheer pressure I’m trying to apply to give in to her needs.
“Pray for fucking mercy because I won’t stop until you tell me who wrote those notes.”
Just a little more.
Just a little longer.
This is the kind of death warriors remember.
The kind I’ve dreamed of all my life.
This goddess’s pussy has drenched my mouth without being allowed to breathe.
I am hers. God, I am so fucking hers. All I want to do is satisfy her wicked cravings and die for her.
When she finally releases the noose again, my lungs still suck in the much-needed oxygen, despite my mental protests.
Goddammit.
“That’s it. Breathe. Just a little bit of air. That’s enough.”
She tightens the rope again and continues gyrating on top of me, smothering my face with her delectable pussy. I want nothing more than to drown in it.
Is death by pussy even a thing? I will make it a thing.
And if I survive … this will still feed me for days.
Oh, the poet in me is screaming for words right now, but she won’t allow me to say them.
“Keep that tongue on my clit,” she growls. “Stop thinking and do what I tell you to do.”
Fuck. Yes, ma’am.
“Fuck,” she mewls, crushing my head with her thighs as she clenches.
She grips my package so tightly I squeal, but she silences me with her thighs.
“You said you wanted to die, now take it. Take it like a good boy. That’s it.”
She zips me down and pulls out my hard-on, stroking me until my balls tighten.
“Fuck,” I whimper underneath her.
“I didn’t say you could talk.”
She tightens the noose again, and my head begins to spin. My nails dig into the chair’s armrests as she continues to stroke me until I can barely hold it.
“Don’t you dare come,” she growls. “I want to use you as my personal stress relief toy.”
She rubs herself on top of my nose while shoving my face between her crevice, forcing me to lick out her pussy while she squeezes the life out of my shaft.
The pain shoots up all through my body and back to my balls, and when she grasps them, I swear I’m a goner.
“Go on, then. Whimper for me.”
She squeezes my balls so tightly I let out a squeak, and she laughs.
“Good boy.”
My hard-on bobs up and down from her sheer cruelty. This is what I want. This is what I’ve always been looking for—a goddess like her to stomp out the will to live. But this is a very special, alternative route, I must admit.
“You want to keep your secret? Tell me or don’t tell me the truth, I will find out … one way or another.” She squeezes my balls and the rope so harshly I nearly faint.
Suddenly, she releases both, and I can feel the oxygen filling my goddamn body, invigorating my cock with greed. Greed for more, so much fucking more.
She slaps my shaft, and I yelp, but she shoves her clit into my mouth instead.
“I’m gonna come, and you’re going to lap it all up,” she groans, rubbing herself on my face. “God, it feels so good to fuck with you. I’m going to leave you drained and spent.”
Fuck yes, I’m nearly ready to beg for her to just give it to me so I can die in peace.
She tightens the reins again, my throat clamped shut as she uses me to her heart’s content. Her clit thumps against my tongue, and she moans out loud.