Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
“Can I do it now?” I ask, because everything he said sounded so sexy and hot that I can’t wait.
“No.”
“Why not?” I ask, exasperated.
Instead of answering me with words, he chooses this moment to pull me up. He throws his other hand in the mix too along with the one in my hair, and he makes me crawl over his body. And when I get up there, he grabs the back of my neck and growls, “’Cause as much as I’d love to be the son of a bitch who gets to have your pretty pink mouth suckin’ on my cock and sendin’ me to heaven, I fucked a sweet princess last night. And then she sang for me in her angel voice that let me sleep so hard, I missed breakfast. So I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”
Before I can respond to that, he puts his mouth on me and kisses me hard. I have no choice but to kiss him back, and I know he said I was fumbling through my first kiss—which is true—but in a very short time, as in since yesterday, I think I’ve become an expert at it. Because five seconds in, he’s grunting against my mouth and pulling me deeper into him. Although I will say he’s still a better kisser than me because I was doing all of that, pulling him close and moaning up a storm, right from the get-go.
I don’t get to revel in my victory, though, because he flips me onto my back and settles his hard body between my thighs. After last night, I’ve gotten better at it too. I know how to hike my legs up and get them around his hips in the right way, in the way that will give me what I want. My pussy all open and up against his stomach, that hard length of his, so I can writhe and twist under him and chase my pleasure. If I can’t suck it right now, I’m sure as hell going to rub up against it. And surprisingly, he lets me do that. He even helps me as, still kissing me, his hands go down to my legs. He hikes my thighs even higher before grabbing my ass and making me dance against him in the way that leaves me completely mindless and slutty, chasing after that one thing.
Probably that’s why I don’t mind when he takes my arms from around his neck and brings them up. He holds them captive above my head, but I don’t care. I just want to keep kissing him and moving against him like I’m doing right now. But I guess he’s had enough because he breaks the kiss, leaving me bereft, and starts making his way down my body. In the back of my mind, I remember what he said about being hungry, and after the conversation we’ve had about my pussy being his favorite food, I know where he’s headed. Still, I want him to come back and kiss me some more because I want his sweet taste in my mouth. Only when I go to wrap my arms around him to bring him back to my mouth, I find I can’t because my arms can’t move.
I gasp. And look up. My arms are bound to the headboard with a rope. Did he just…
He tied me to the bed.
While I was distracted and mindless and horny from kissing him. He took advantage of me, didn’t he? The realization makes my heart drop to my stomach in fear, followed by a large dose of lust that runs rampant through my body and makes both my lower belly and my pussy clench. It doesn’t help that after placing kisses all over my body, after biting and sucking on all his favorite spots including my tits and my belly button and that birthmark he likes, he’s reached his destination and he’s got his mouth between my legs and he’s eating me out.
Like he’s starving, as he told me he was.
Even though I’ve become pretty much an expert at kissing and wrapping my limbs around him, this is the one thing I haven’t gotten used to. I haven’t gotten used to him licking me down there. Of him running his tongue along the center of me, curling it at my clit and sucking on it like candy. I haven’t gotten used to his groans and growls right there, vibrating through the core of me when my taste hits him and he gets even hungrier so that he latches on. On top of all that, now I’m bound, roped, and can’t really go anywhere. It scares me so much and makes me so horny that I go feral.
I start to undulate and twist my hips as if I’m trying to buck him off. As if I’m trying to get away from him, knowing that I can’t. Knowing that I’m at his mercy. I moan and scream and curse. Which makes him smack my thigh and scare me more. Which, in turn, makes me curse even louder and makes my core run like a river. It becomes a vicious cycle then. The more scared I get, the harder I pull at my bonds and curse, and the harder he holds me down and spanks me. My pleasure becomes so intense that it starts to feel like pain. But it hurts so good that I don’t want him to stop and he doesn’t. He keeps holding me down and eating me until I’m shaking and trembling and screaming into my arm. Until I’m coming down his throat and he’s growling into my pussy, gulping down everything I give him.