Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He fucked me harder with his fingers and I let out a moaning, gasping cry. Pleasure rocked along my skin, tingling to my fingertips, and I came, my back arching, my eyes rolling, my brain somewhere else as the world went fuzzy. He continued, growling in my ear, but his words no longer made sense—I didn’t need them anymore. I was somewhere else, head in the clouds.
When I finished, he stood. He took off his boxer briefs and took a handful of my hair and guided my slack mouth to his cock.
I took him between my lips and sucked him deep, moaning the whole way down.
I was high from my orgasm as I sucked his cock. He wasn’t kind or gentle. He never was, but somehow his rough touch turned pain to ecstasy. I moaned as he fucked my mouth, then released me and commanded me to suck him faster and harder. I lost myself, moving up and down, tongue rolling his tip, tasting his precum, stroking him with both hands. His eyes were liquid thunder as he pulled me back, kissed me, then hauled me to my feet.
He dragged me to the window, shoved me up against it, my breasts pressed against the glass, and kicked my feet wide.
I was exposed to him and the city at once.
He slid his cock behind me, pressed against my soaked and gaping entrance, as he kissed my neck, my lips, and grabbed my hair in a tight fist.
“Tell me you want me to fill you to the brim,” he whispered. “Tell me you want me to fuck you while you stare at the city we’re going to own together.”
“Fuck me, Kaspar.”
He slid deep inside.
I gasped, back arching. He was heaven, all heaven. The demon disappeared, and he was my conquering angel. He was my prince, my king.
If he fucked me like this, I’d follow him anywhere.
He slid in and out, taking my body. He slapped my ass roughly and pulled my hair. I gasped, moaning, shivering. It was too much and it wasn’t enough. I needed more and needed less. I was stuck vacillating between states, simultaneously in pleasure and pain.
He ripped me to pieces and I loved every inch.
His grip tightened. He palmed my breasts, teased them. He rubbed my clit with his fingers as he ripped into my cunt with his cock.
“I want to own you, Penny,” he whispered. “But I want you to give yourself willingly. It’s like every time you come, I get another piece, but I need the full puzzle. I want to see you lying in my bed, your legs spread, your cunt glistening with want, your hair spread out all around, your breasts shaking, your nipples hard, your lips open—I want you splayed out and begging me to come inside of you. Can you do that for me, Penny? I’ll give you whatever you ask, so long as when I take off your clothes, you obey.”
I threw my head back. I was so close again. I teetered on the edge, prepared to leap for him. Only Kaspar could make me feel this way.
“I want to obey,” I moaned. “I want you to have me. I want you to take me and fuck me and destroy me.”
He turned me around and lifted me up, pinning my back against the glass. It was cold, but the shock of his cock plunging into me wiped away the sensation. I kissed him hard, he bit my lip, and he fucked me, pumping into my pussy faster, faster. I gasped, suspended in his arms like I was nothing, and I kept myself pressed against him, my pussy glowing, my body on fire.
I came in his arms, on his thick cock, pussy clenching down. He growled his pleasure and came along with me, filling me to the brim with his seed, and I moaned in his ear, begging him for more. I loved his cock, his taste, his arms and lips and chest. Everything about him made me wet and crazy with want.
We collapsed on the couch. I kept myself pressed against him. He wrapped his arms around my body and held me tight. I was light and dizzy. I was a feather on the wind. He was the rock keeping me anchored to the ground.
Otherwise, I’d float away, and never come back.
“I’m afraid that when this is over, I’ll wake up from a dream,” I whispered, kissing his chest.
“You’re not dreaming.”
“I’m afraid it’s a nightmare. My sister and my family. I’ll be all alone.”
“You’re not alone.” His arms tightened.
He was right. I wasn’t alone.
Killer, psycho, monster.
The man that loved me more than life itself.
How could I deny him?
When I had no reason to hate him anymore?
I sat up and stared into his eyes. I kissed him softly. He didn’t move. Only stared back, liquid and willing.