Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
They glaze with lust as he pulls out his fingers. I instantly miss being filled, and I’m about to protest when he sits back on his heels, but then he lifts my hips up and drags them up to his dick. My legs rest against his shoulders like it’s my second nature, and he smirks, kissing my calf.
“Thought you’d enjoy the view,” he says as he looks down while pressing his cockhead against my entrance.
I can’t breathe. His dick is searing hot as it forces me open, diving inside my body as I claw my hands into the blanket under us. The room is a blur, because the only thing I care about is Dalton. My man. My fiancé. My future husband gently moving his hips back and forth as he drills me open.
It hurts a bit. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s so damn thick, and I want him to become a permanent part of my body.
I only realize I moaned when Dalton shushes me in a soft voice, lids heavy over his beautiful green eyes. “Yes. Please. You’ve completely ruined me now,” I whisper, breath quickening when he places his hands under my knees before leaning forward.
Jolts of electricity throb all over my skull when he sinks ever deeper, using his body weight to pin me down to this ugly old mattress. Do I still have any of my dignity left? And do I still care by the time he folds me in two, sinking balls-deep while my knees touch the blanket on either side of my head?
I’m limp like a stuffed toy, and there’s nothing I want more than for him to play with me for hours. That whole gorgeous cock is inside me, making my own twitch every time I look between our bodies.
Dalton catches my gaze, so handsome with a predatory glint in his eyes. “Oh, you don’t know what ruined means yet.”
With his cock so deep inside me, he drops forward, hands to the sides of my head. When his hips start moving, I’ve got no way to hold my moans in. His cock moves hard and fast, and massages my prostate with every thrust. It’s an overwhelming feeling, and seeing him sink in makes the physical sensations somehow even more intense.
“But you’ll know,” Dalton goes on, “When I come so deep inside you, empty my balls, mark you as mine. You know by now I’ve got a lot of cum to give.”
I’m shaking, and feel nothing but pleasure. The hint of pain transformed into an intense warmth, and as he works his hips, the powerful body of a cage fighter looms over me. I’m incapable of being anywhere but with him.
He’s not gentle, but each thrust contributes to the sense of peace growing inside me. “Show me,” I beg. “I want it. I want to be a ruined mess.”
A dark grimace passes across Dalton’s face, and he shoves his cock in, only to rip it all the way out. I’m pulsing with pure need, eyes on the bead of pre-cum drizzling from his cock to the rim of my gaping hole.
I feel so lewd.
Less than an animal.
But I’m fine with that as long as he loves me.
“Here? Inside?” Dalton asks and runs the tip of his finger over my hole, sending my nerve endings into overdrive. He’s panting, rock-hard, but still has enough self-restraint to toy with me.
“Don’t take it away,” I whine, on the verge of losing it. He said he’d come inside me. I want it. I need it.
“Guess I need to feed this greedy hole,” he whispers and presses his cockhead back in. How come something as wide as his cock feels so good inside me?
I moan at the stretching sensation, my dick throbbing with the need to come, and I grab my erection with three fingers, jerking off ever so gently. I don’t want it to be over yet. I need more.
“Yes. Please. I need it so badly. Need you… please Dalton,” I beg and use my other hand to pull one of my thighs close to my chest.
His nostrils flare as he sinks back in, all the way to his balls. He’s so fucking big I can barely take it, yet somehow I only want more. I need to melt under his skin, and this is as close to that as I can get. When he’s inside me, I feel his heart pounding as if it’s in my own chest.
A romantic notion that shouldn’t happen while he’s railing me like a beast in heat, but here we are.
“Yes? What do you need? Tell me,” he says, fucking me faster. “Wanna be bred? Need your hole flooded?”
I don’t know.
I want to come so badly. But I also want him to keep moving inside me.
I simply… want. Each fragment of my skin aches for him.