Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
I settle back down on my feet and again try to regulate my breathing. Trying to relax is impossible with the incessant throb of my clit with every brush of his dick between my thighs.
“Please,” I whisper, hating myself even as I beg for it.
He gives me another tight squeeze of my ass cheeks. “You’re almost there. Then I’ll give you what you want. Can you already feel me inside? I can. I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee anything once I fight the tight clasp of your asshole around my cock. You make me fucking crazy.”
I jolt in surprise at his admission. He’s always been either completely indifferent around me or using my body to get his own pleasure. The idea that someone like me could drive this man, this monster, to distraction leaves me full of pride. This must be how Stockholm syndrome starts. But it can’t be; I’m not unreasonably convinced he’s a good, perfect man. Nicolo is nothing more than a monster. I guess I’m just the type of girl who needs a monster to make her feel like this.
I don’t know if it will be worth it in the end, but for now, with my knees knocking against the desk and his hot, soothing body against mine, it feels too good to stop.
He removes his fingers from my ass, and I follow him backward until he stops me. “Let me lube us both up a little more, and then I’ll give you everything.”
The word everything from his lips sounds like a promise. One he’ll keep, no matter the cost.
I wiggle in answer, pressing up onto my tiptoes. We have a height difference, but he tosses me around like I weigh nothing. I want him to lift me up, like he did the other day, and pound into me until I have bruises on my hip bones.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers.
I don’t know if I was supposed to hear it, but for the second time, I’m clenching my pussy in anticipation, and it’s not even the part of me getting all the attention.
The broad head of his cock sliding along my ass drags me from my thoughts. He gently nudges the head of his cock into my puckered hole, and I try to remain still and calm. Inside I’m thrashing, and outside everything is tight and coiled.
He runs a hand down my spine, almost soothingly. “Settle down, or I’m going to come before I’m even all the way inside you. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
I whimper and dig my fingers into the desk. I can’t resist anymore and slide one hand under my hips to catch my clit with my fingers.
Just as I make contact, he grabs my hand in a bruising grip and removes it. “No, I told you I’d make you feel good. If you need me to touch your clit then tell me, and I will.”
“Please.” It comes out harsh, but it is all I can manage.
He drops my wrist on top of the desk and angles me so he can guide his cock inside my body with one hand and cup my pussy with the other. I’m almost completely off the desk and against him now.
I wriggle back into him and enjoy the curse he spits out. It hurts as he makes progress, too slowly, but it hurts the way it did when he fucked my face, and the way it did when he came on my belly. It hurts, but I want more, need more.
His finger makes a lazy swirl over my clit, and I sink into the sensation. The assault and the coaxing, the edge of pain, and the slow lazy sparks of pleasure washing through me.
When his hips meet my backside, I can’t stay still. I feel stuffed full of him, his hard body around mine, inside me, over me. It’s too much, and I realize I’m panting, little wet puddles onto the desk in front of my lips.
“You feel so good,” he groans.
He pulls out, as achingly slow as he entered. But I don’t want slow. I can’t take slow. I need more.
“Please, just fuck me,” I plead, my face burning in a wash of shame. I’m absolutely begging, and I can’t bring myself to care now.
He increases his pace, pulling almost all the way out, and then nudging back inside my tight ass. I clench around him, moving, thrusting, doing anything I can to gather up the sensations and shove them deeper, feel him deeper.
“I liked when you were greedy for my cock in your mouth. I like it even more as you squirm for my cock in your ass. I wonder what you’d do if I put it in your tight little cunt. Would you beg then too?”
I moan at the thought of him fucking my pussy next.