Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Unable to take it any longer, I palm my rock-hard cock through my jeans. My other hand molds her breast, tweaking, twisting, and massaging her nipple until she squeals and gyrates on my hand.
“Could stare at you all fucking day, Sparrow.” I flick my thumb over the nub.
Her beautiful eyes gaze up at me, so raw and vulnerable, everything I didn’t know I’d been so damn desperate for.
Pulling her off me, I stand and gaze at her. Goddamn, her body is perfect. A fucking work of art, a creation that could put any Renaissance painting to shame. “Stay there.”
It pains me to turn my back on her as I walk to the loveseat on the other side of the room. Sitting on the dark leather, I take her in. Her long dark hair, the curves of her body hugged by tight jeans, her large breasts with perfect pink nipples, her pouty red lips, and the dark charcoal liner on her eyes.
“Take off your jeans and panties.”
Cash’s hands visibly tremble as she follows my orders.
“Such a whore. I can see your pussy glistening for me. See the bucket,” I nod toward the Grey Goose and ice bucket.
Her head tilts and her eyes widen as she nods.
“I want you to get on the table, spread your legs, and take your time feeding three ice cubes into your cunt.”
Cash’s thick ass sits on the edge of my desk, her legs open, giving me the perfect view of her trimmed little cunt. The pink center has me groaning with the urge to lodge my tongue deep and have her gush all over my face.
She moves her hand to the bucket of ice, removing a piece. She holds the ice in her hand and makes eye contact with me. Her body jerks as she glides the freezing cube over her center, moving it up and down before pressing the tip into her entrance.
My eyes land on her panties on the floor, and I pick them up. “Push it into that hungry little cunt.”
Cash whimpers as the biting cold invades her, and my dick twitches. With my sparrow, I’m conflicted between making love to her and watching as she debases herself at my command. Knowing that she experiences comfort from pain and humiliation makes my cock pound with need. I’m providing a service for her, taking care of her, and I feel ten feet tall.
We gaze at each other, ice blue to warm brown. I tangle my hands in her hair, yanking her head back, and watch her face contort with torment and delight. Placing the tip of her panties to her lips, I force my fingers and the fabric down. Her mouth widens for me, and I shove it all in.
Sex with Cash is the meaning of life. It’s a full-circle experience that transcends all barriers and blockades in my soul. The way we fuck is an exploration of the human condition and unravels why we see the world as we do. Our scars become buttons that unlock truths. The world is created with moments of pure pain and immense joy. The scars we collect in life, both on our skin and in our soul, are the fabric that creates who we are. Without moments of suffering and darkness, there could never be times of happiness and light.
Cash takes a breath, trying to calm her body with the shock of the ice lodged in her warm cunt.
“Use your foot to tap the back of my head three times if it gets too much. Avoid my head if you want me to continue.” My hands trail down her thigh to her foot. Grabbing her ankles, I lift her ass, giving my ravenous eyes a bird's-eye view of her holes.
“Add another,” I order as my hand moves to the lube on my desk—something I’ve made sure to have in my office since meeting Cash. Thoughts of her naked body run through my mind like an all-day movie marathon, making me need immediate relief on the regular.
“I like you like this. Mouth gagged. Ass and pussy open for business. Can’t hear your pathetic screams as I tear your holes apart.”
Placing her ankles over my shoulders, I lube up my fingers and press the tip of my index finger against her puckered hole. Cash squirms as I push slowly into her ass, letting her adjust. Her ankles lock around my neck as I push my finger to the knuckle and add another, stretching her out. “I can’t wait to see my cum leaking out of here, Sparrow. To know I own every one of your pathetic holes. I should force you to walk out of the bar naked, let everyone see what fuck hole slut you are. Let them see how you like to be used, that you’ll do anything to be fucked.”