Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“I’m tied up, Dante,” she taunts. “You can do anything you want to me.”
Goddamn. The visions that statement conjures in my head… If I didn’t have a VIP pass to hell already, I’d have said I’m going straight there.
I grit my teeth. “Quiet.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going to be loud. We don’t want to wake up Noah.”
“Damn, woman.” I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and spread her wide. “Tell me no, and I’ll stop.”
“Just fuck me already. I can take it.”
Without getting her wet? I don’t think so. I went to a private boy’s school with communal showers. I know I’m bigger than most guys.
She snaps her teeth together when I reach between her legs and find her clit. She almost looks angry as I start to rub that button in the way that used to make her toes curl. She finally falls quiet, facing forward and hiding her expression from me. And I know why when I stop circling her clit and drag a finger through her slit. She’s aroused and getting wetter for me.
I gather the slickness and work it back to her clit before using the heel of my palm to rub her hard and fast. She bears it all in silence, even when she comes. I watch her pussy spasm as she tries to hide her orgasm from me. But I know how she looks when she comes, how her stomach convulses and her thighs shake.
Seeing her trussed up and coming for me is the end of my limits. Lust blinds me. My cock throbs with a painful need for release. I stretch her open with my hands on her cheeks and enter her with a single thrust. She arches her back when my groin hits her ass. Despite her promise not to make a sound, a gasp falls from her lips. She feels so damn good. So hot. Tight. Nothing compared to my fist. Nothing like jacking off in the shower for five years.
My vision frays around the edges when I start pumping. She urges me on, pushing back against my thrusts and baiting me to take her harder. So I do. I slap my groin against her ass and wait for a no that never comes.
I know I’m fucking her too hard. I’m half hoping and half praying for that no to pull me out of the frenzy that’s taken a hold of me, but it’s been too long. I’m a starving beast set free in a cage with a prey tied up as bait, a beast fucking like the animal it is. Fucking her raw. And I can’t stop.
Finally, her silence gets through to me. She’s taking my brutal punches stoically. I slide my hands up her sides, grabbing fistfuls of her T-shirt.
She goes rigid, her inner muscles clenching hard on my cock and trapping me inside her. “No.”
I freeze.
“The T-shirt stays on.”
It’s not as if I haven’t seen her naked, but I don’t pause to examine the request. Maybe it’s a punishment. She has gorgeous tits—plump and round. She knows I love them, like to suck her nipples into my mouth. So I settle for sliding my hands under the fabric to cup those curves, to splay my fingers and feel those hard nipples brush forward and backward over my flat, open palms as my thrusts sway her tits.
I pinch her nipples when I come, pleasure pulling my body taut, and still she doesn’t utter a sound. Not a chirp. Not even when I finish inside her and fall over her with my cock buried to the hilt in her soft, trembling flesh, trapping her bound arms between us. She lets me catch my breath while I stroke her flat stomach with one hand and spank her clit with the fingers of the other pressed together until she comes again with me inside her. She even lets me watch my seed spill from her pummeled pussy as I pull out.
I stand back and take us in. I’ve fucked her like a savage. I haven’t even taken the time to remove my clothes. I tuck my cock back into my briefs and adjust my pants. After taking off my torn shirt, I use it to wipe the cum from her thighs. Then I untie the belt and rub her arms to get her blood circulation going.
She straightens on wobbly legs, holding up a hand when I reach out to help her. Still, she doesn’t look at me.
“Tatiana.”
She walks to the bedroom like a woman who’s been well-fucked, taking small, careful steps.
Respecting her request for space, I give her a moment to gather herself while I freshen up in the guest toilet. When I walk into the bedroom, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. I expected her to jump into the shower and wash me off of her, but she’s still wearing her T-shirt. My gaze is drawn to where she absentmindedly rubs the red welts on her wrists.