Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I can’t stop saying her name. For five long years, I haven’t spoken it once. As long as I couldn’t say it to her in person, I refused to utter it out loud. It was the carrot I dangled in front of my face, a sick motivation compelling me to find her.
Now that I have, I can’t get enough of the sound of it, of the way my tongue caresses the syllables, the way her breath catches on a hitch every time I call her by her name when I’m preparing to fuck her.
Her brazen gaze meets mine. “Do whatever you want.”
That used to be her code for kinky play. She could never ask me outright for what she wanted. She’d been too shy. But she trusted me to know what she needed.
“You sure about that?” My voice drops an octave. “Do you think your pussy can handle it?”
She turns wetter in my palm. I won’t even need a lubricant.
Her beautiful jade-colored eyes flare when I pick up her hairbrush. I don’t tell her not to move. I press a hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her down, because that’s what she wants. She wants me to take control. All of it.
My command is authoritative. “Spread your legs.”
She obeys without hesitation, lifting her ass higher.
“Good girl.” I smooth the flat end of the brush over her ass cheek. “You are my good girl, aren’t you? Or have you been bad? Do I need to punish you?”
She shakes her head as much as my hold allows.
“Relax,” I coax.
She obliges by resting her cheek on the counter.
“That’s my girl.”
I remove my hand from between her legs so I can enjoy the view. She’s perfect, right down to her toes.
“I’m going to watch, so show me what a good girl you can be for me and keep still.”
She swallows, looking over her shoulder as I tease her pussy lips with the handle of the brush. When I part her with the makeshift dildo, a moan falls from her lips. She would’ve arched her back if I weren’t holding her down.
“Naughty.” I click my tongue and stop. “You moved.”
“No, please. I’ll keep still.”
I slip the handle in all the way, watching as her pussy swallows it. She clenches her thighs, trying hard not to move. I pump a few times, doing nothing other than getting her wetter. The handle is too thin to stretch her. She won’t get off like this, but it turns her on. I can tell by the wet sounds the improvised toy makes as I play with her.
She grips the counter until her fingertips turn white, her chest rising and falling as her breathing turns into panting.
I pull the brush out and press the flat side on her clit. “Who do you belong to, Tatiana?”
“Ah.”
I drop the brush and lock my fingers on her hip. Without warning, I shove my dick all the way in, filling her to the brim.
She makes a mewling sound.
Wrapping my free hand around her neck, I pull her up and press her back against my chest. I hold her like that, brushing my lips over her ear and jaw before kissing her neck.
“Who do you belong to?”
She gasps when I bend my knees and thrust. I look at her in the mirror, see how the action bounces her tits.
Again.
And again.
I pull almost all the way out and slam back in as I shackle her to me, making her watch as I slide in and out between her spread legs, claiming every inch of her tight pussy.
“Dante.”
I slow my pace. “Who?”
“You,” she cries out. “Oh, God, please. You.”
I reward her for giving me the right answer by pressing the heel of my palm on her clit. I keep my hand around her neck, forcing her to witness the ecstasy that twists her features as I make her come. Her breaths and pleasure are mine. She gives them to me freely, falling apart in my arms.
When I’ve taken care of her, I chase my own release. Seeing that I’ve climaxed a few minutes ago, it takes longer this time. My body demands a harsher rhythm. Her tits and ass jiggle from the force with which I slam my groin against hers. Every stroke I beat out spells one word.
Mine.
By the time I finish inside her, her pussy must be raw. But I don’t pull out. Not yet. I grip her chin and turn her face so I can kiss her. It’s a long and leisurely kiss. Her lips are red and swollen when I finally let her breathe.
She catches my gaze when I pull out.
I press a last soft kiss on her lips. “Don’t move.”
After wetting a washcloth with warm water, I clean between her legs.
“Are we trying for another baby?”
Her words catch me off guard. I still in the middle of wiping my cum from her thighs. When I meet her eyes in the mirror, she’s contemplating me with a sober expression.