Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
In my mind, Joe gripped my hips, fingers digging in hard, fighting to keep me still as he fucked me slowly.
“Get the fuck on with it.”
He slapped my ass hard, making me jump.
“This isn’t about what you want. I’ll go as slow as I fucking please. I’ll take you like this all day if that’s what I want because I’m in charge now. You’re at my mercy.”
Every time his cock filled me all the way, I bit my lip, holding in the desperate sounds that threatened to escape. I wouldn’t beg. I’d give him my ass, but he wouldn’t break me.
12
Joe
I worked my cock harder. I couldn’t make myself stop. How good would it be to have the upper hand with Devil? What if I captured him and dragged him back here so I could fuck him? I’d torment him by working his cock over and over, nearly bringing him off but never letting him come. I’d drive into him, fucking his tight ass as hard as I wanted to. I’d use his hot mouth, shoving my cock down his throat until he choked on it and thought he would die from lack of air.
My hand moved faster and faster. What would it take to break a man like Devil? Could I do it? Or would he enjoy everything I did to punish him? Would I care either way? Whether he liked it or hated it, fucking him would be so good.
I imagined his dark eyes burning with hatred, staring at me as I toyed with his cock, teasing, licking, swirling my tongue over the head but never taking him down my throat, never giving him the tight heat he craved.
Precum dripped from my slit. I smeared it down my length, using it to ease my way as I jerked myself harder, tightening my grip the way Devil had that first night. I remembered the way he’d smirked at me. He’d been so sure he knew what I liked.
No. I released my cock, wiping my hand on the sheets then making a tight fist to prevent myself from taking my dick in hand again. I wasn’t going to do this. I wasn’t going to come thinking of Devil.
I didn’t want anything to do with him. I wanted to pretend I’d never benefited from his criminal connections or his sexy-as-hell body. I didn’t want to remember the way he’d known exactly what I needed, exactly how to touch me, how to taunt me to get the most intense response. And even more, I didn’t want to remember the way his expression had softened when he’d told me I looked tired and needed to take better care of myself. It was bad enough I’d made a bargain with Devil, worse that I’d let him use my body, but if I let myself think for one moment that he had a softer side, that he could actually care, I’d be utterly lost.
I turned over on my stomach, frustrated nearly to the point of tears. I lay there rigid, fighting everything my body needed until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I began to rut against the mattress, imagining Devil was under me and I was driving into his willing ass.
13
Devil
I couldn’t go slow for another second. I braced my hands against the wall and drove back onto the dildo over and over, knowing I’d be sore afterwards. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining it was Joe’s cock filling me, Joe fucking me rough and deep. I wanted him out of control with his need—angry, desperate—his hands clenching my hips and leaving bruises, his body pounding into mine. I shifted my angle so the dildo rubbed over my prostate, making me groan. If I touched myself, it would only take a few strokes to make me come.
I imagined Joe snarling at me, telling me not to dare move my hands, telling me I didn’t deserve a hand on my cock, that I didn’t deserve to come, but I knew I would. I was so close.
I gave in and reached for my cock. In seconds, cum shot from me, coating my hand then getting washed away by the shower spray. I worked my hips, sliding back and forth on the dildo until I was done. When I let it slide from my ass, I sank to my knees on the shower floor. Water poured over me as tears burned the back of my eyes.
14
Joe
I drove my hips into the mattress and clutched at the sheets, gripping them so hard I thought they might rip. In my mind, Devil cried out, begging for more, desperate to come. I was desperate too. I’d been crazy to think I could stop this. I couldn’t fight the memories or my need. I was fucked up over a man I could never have.