Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
I pulled back from her at that, staring, dumbfounded.
“What?”
She laughed. “Come on. Don’t pretend. You saw them. They thought you were so hot they were practically drooling. The whole bunch in the corner were staring at you all night.”
But I hadn’t seen them. I hadn’t got a clue.
Extraordinary.
Usually, I’d have spotted every single girl with a willing pussy in a fifty-mile radius. I’d have been scouting them out as though they were potential meals on a filthy platter. But I hadn’t given them a thought. All of my thoughts had been on Rosie and the men looking at her.
My princess pulled me closer, grinding against my thigh.
“Don’t ever choose them over me, please,” she said. “I’ll be better than any of them, I promise.”
“You don’t need to promise me anything,” I said, stroking my thumb over her flushed cheek. “You’re already better than them. That goes without saying.”
The elevator pinged on the top floor at that, and there we were, in another dimension – walking along the absolute antithesis of our usual shitty hallway. This place was the perfect high to Crenham Drive’s pathetic low. A stark and palpable contrast.
Rosie didn’t seem to care about that anymore, though. It was all about me.
She was already pulling at my tie as I used the key card to let us in. She was loosening the knot before I’d even got the lights, as needy as I was.
The tension between us was alive. Unfightable. Undeniable. And at the sight of the hunger in her eyes, my fiery demons rose, brave, emboldened. I pictured the men eyeing her up across the club. The guy dancing close, eyeing her cute ass. The idiot leaning in close, trying to make conversation at the bar before I’d stormed in like a man at war.
“You’re not the only one who’s fucking jealous,” I said, letting the full force of my feelings slam home. “Every other cock in the world can burn in hell. You won’t ever be taking any but mine.”
I tore her dress down from her tits, and her tiny nipples were already hard. I needed to see my marks on her, so I slapped them nice and hard, making them brighten, pink.
My Lilith moaned, presenting them higher for more.
“I want to be yours,” she said. “Use me like I’m yours, push me like I’m yours, love me like I’m yours.”
Fuck!
I slapped her again. More fresh pink. It matched her dress.
“Get on the bed,” I said and she did as she was told. She didn’t even take her heels off, spreading her legs wide and squirming so her dress was up around her waist, exposing her white lace panties, so wet.
“Show me your cunt,” I said.
She grinned at my words. A filthy grin as she tugged her panties to the side.
Her pink slit was glistening through the ghosting of hair.
I shrugged my jacket off and it was my turn to grin as she slipped two fingers into her needy hole.
I didn’t need to tell her to fuck herself. She fingered her cunt like a good girl and stared with sparkling eyes as I discarded my clothes. Those eyes fixed on my raging hard-on as I opened my suitcase and scooped up the filthy toys I’d brought with us. Dildos, rope, beads, lube, marker pens. I tossed them on the bed beside her and climbed up, wrestling her out of her dress, a fevered artist unwrapping a fresh, virgin canvas. I tugged her panties down and off, and then I buried my face in her pussy, spreading her and lapping, getting her wetness, her stunning scent all over me. I wanted to breathe it in, swallow it, bathe in it.
“You’re mine,” I said, looking up at her, my mouth dripping as I panted.
“Show me, then,” she said, and our bodies were in sync, running on pure instinct as I climbed up to pin her wrists together. She presented them, and I bound them tight, ordering her to keep them up and over her head as I took the first of the dildos and lubed it up.
I didn’t need to. She was so wet it slid right in. My dirty girl.
I pushed it right in to the hilt, and wasted no time, pushing the anal beads into her ass one by one, filling her up as her dirty sweet hole swallowed them. I loved the sight. Loved the way her breaths hitched and her gorgeous lips parted. Loved the way her slapped tits rose and fell.
I used my thumb to push the last bead home. “Grip those tight,” I told her. “I want your cunt and ass nice and full for me, no matter how tempted you are to let them go. Concentrate.”
She accepted the challenge, shifting position and raising her legs higher, determined. The dildo stretching her. The finger-pull of the beads poking from her dirty hole. My sweet little innocent angel.