Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
‘Do you know what I see?’ I purred.
‘What?’ she asked, wide-eyed, beautiful, and eager.
I already knew that look so well. It was burned into my brain. She was fucking throbbing for a deep, relentless, never-ending, mind-blowing fuck.
‘A cunt I can’t get enough of,’ I whispered.
Her breath hitched.
I reached into my trouser pocket and pulled out two neckties. I got onto my haunches and securely tied both her legs to the chair in their spread position. I stopped and looked up into
her flushed face.
‘What now?’ she breathed, her gaze riveted on my mouth.
I leaned forward and let my teeth sink into the tender spot between her shoulder and neck. Immediately she froze and waited. In the end we are all animals. We don’t have to be taught the
raw language of our bodies. She understood that it was a hold that conveyed primal possession. I released the flesh and sucked it slowly, knowing I was leaving my brand. She didn’t move
or protest. I nibbled her earlobe casually.
She moaned as I licked the skin along her jaw line and she turned her head, craving my mouth. I caught her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled. Her hand slipped into my shirt and slid
up my abdomen, the nails catching on the ridges. Her thumb rubbed over the disk of my nipple. A shiver of need went through me. I caught her hand in mine.
‘That’s not how this game is played,’ I told her.
She looked at me, her eyes full of desire. ‘How is it played?’
‘You have to be shameless.’
She smiled suddenly. ‘I’m as naked as a boiled chicken and tied with my legs spread open to a chair. How much more shameless do you want me to be?’
‘Let’s see what depravity you can urge me to do,’ I said.
I knelt on the floor in front of her and buried my head between her legs. Her scent made my cock jerk so hard it hurt. I kissed that open flower and she shuddered. My tongue parted her,
delving into the wet heat.
Ah, the taste of Tawny, honey.
I could feel her sex swell, the valleys and ridges becoming more pronounced. With slow licks and kisses I explored every nook and cranny of her, teasing out more and more juice, letting
it coat my mouth and chin. She pressed her sex into my face desperately and the rest of the world fell away. There was only my mouth drowning in her sweet pussy. I strummed her clit and
she drove her sex harder and harder against my mouth.
I lifted my eyes and watched the way she began to glow from the inside. Low, feral sounds came from her mouth. Tremors rolled through her body and her legs quaked as she climaxed, her
juices gushing into my mouth. Her face was flushed, her lips parted and her eyes half closed, her body arched and trembling.
She’s mine, I thought triumphantly.
My fucking woman.
She placed her hands on either side of my head. ‘That was awesome,’ she whispered, thinking it was over, but it wasn’t. Not by a long way.
I returned my face between her thighs. My tongue was relentless, darting, and flicking. She pushed her fingers through my hair. I sucked her until she gushed again. Orgasm chased orgasm.
‘No more,’ she begged, grabbing my head and trying to push me away, but I wouldn’t stop sucking her clit. In the end her hands dropped away. I made her come again and enjoyed watching
her go over the edge once more.
‘I can’t. I’m too sensitive. It’s enough,’ she begged almost in tears, but she was mine and I would decide how much was enough for my pussy. I bathed her with long licks from the bottom
of her sweet cunt to the shivering tip of her hard nub until she trembled through another climax.
Half an hour later I wiped my face.
Her eyes moved down to my stiff cock. She smiled tiredly.
‘Masturbate and cum on me,’ she said, tipping her head back and opening that deliciously filthy mouth of hers. Her voice was barely a whisper, and eyes were heavy-lidded. All her
strength had been stolen away.
Sure I wanted to jerk off and spray my seed all over her face. Which man wouldn’t? That was what this game was about. To see how she’d return the favor. How lascivious she could be. She
had turned out to be extremely generous. Extremely shameless.
I looked down at her flushed face. She looked like a woman who had had too many climaxes. Her body sagged. Her eyelashes were wet. Her legs held wide open with ties must be stiff by now.
Her clit was so swollen it protruded out of its hood, and there was a puddle underneath her pussy.
All in all, she was an intriguing mixture of obscene, vulnerable, and innocent, so it was a shock to realize that what I really felt for her was pity.