Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Instead he grabs me by the shoulders and waist and flips me over so that I’m on all fours. Most immoral and sinful, I can’t help but think.
I can’t help but like it as well.
He moves roughly and with urgency—a warm large hand pressed between my shoulder blades until I’m shoved to the floor, his hips coming up against my rear, fingers trailing through my hair, gathering it into a fistful.
One hand then goes to the tender flesh of my behind and runs over the curves of it in slow sweeping gestures.
SMACK!
I jerk as his palm strikes my arse, the pain sweet and swift.
“Did you just spank me?” I try to say through the chain, my skin stinging.
He merely chuckles.
SMACK!
And does it again.
“You should see your arse, luv,” he says. “My palm will be on you for days.”
Then I feel his shaft between my thighs, and he’s pulling my hair back while the tip of him slides along where I’m still wet from earlier. A gasp stalls in my throat and my whole body tenses and then he carefully pushes himself into me, his breath hitching.
My back arches and I feel the wind knocked out of me. My vision going out of focus as he works his cock into me, his chest pressing against my back.
Eventually, I relax enough and his cock slides deeper into me, sliding into my slickness.
“That’s my good lass,” he whispers into my ear. “Your tight little cunt takes this cock so well.”
I feel my cheeks burn and I can’t help but push back on him. He kisses the back of my neck, sinking into me slowly and I feel both of us becoming a part of one another. It’s an intense feeling, nearly indescribable. There’s pain but there’s pleasure and I want to drown in it. I want to be consumed, but only by him.
His breathing is heavy by my ear and soon he’s picking up the pace, thrusting in and out of me with hard slams of his hips, the sound of our skin slapping filling the space. The weight of his body holds me down as he grinds against my rear, his hands pulling my hair, feeling like I’m kept in one place for him, for his pleasure.
Except it’s not just about him and his lust. As he pushes into the hilt, stealing my breath, he reaches around and finds me where I’m slick and swollen.
“This is what you want?” he asks, his voice rough and thick. “You want my fingers to play with you while you’re getting rammed by my big cock?”
I try to answer but I’m too distracted by pleasure and I can only make a wild sound.
He touches me and caresses me, rubbing in the same agonizing pattern he did before, forcing me to orgasm. I suddenly feel my legs go numb, my thighs shaking as I’m driven over the edge and my body clenching over his shaft, my muscles spasm and squeeze as I’m brought to the peak of pleasure.
It takes my breath away, an electric storm arching my spine, pulling my legs apart.
When he feels me clamp down on him, he thrusts into me harder, tugging my hair until my back arches. Then he roughly takes his hand up until it’s grabbing onto the back of the chain, pulling at my head like I’m a damned horse with a bit in her mouth.
I let out a growl, thrusting my rear back against him in defiance. How dare he degrade me to some animal?
But then his fingers don’t stop and neither does his cock and before I know what’s happening, I’m swept away yet again, my orgasm a violent, powerful thing that has me calling out his name over and over as I’m left shattering like glass.
“Ramsay!” I yelp, groaning. “Oh gods. Oh, fuck.”
I hear him grunt in my ear, a sound of satisfaction mingling with exertion and then he’s slamming into me to the hilt, his balls pressed against my arse, and his own orgasm comes in a burst of heat. He throws his head back and lets out a thunderous moan that shakes the planks around us, then finally lets go of the chain.
My head falls forward and hangs, my heart pounding so quick and hard that I fear I may die from it, my nose taking in as much air as I can with the chain still in my mouth.
“Maren,” Ramsay says from behind me. “My Maren.”
He plants a kiss on my spine, gentle and soft, then places a row of them down my back, whispering my name as he goes. “Maren, Maren, Maren.”
He grips my hips and I feel him straighten up, exhaling shakily. “I’ve never had an addiction before,” he says hoarsely. “But I think you’ll be mine.”
He clears his throat and then he pulls out of me and my entire body sinks to the floor, as if his shaft was the only thing keeping me on all fours.