Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Open your mouth real wide, I’m going to fuck it.”
It’s the only warning I give her before I thrust my hips forward, shoving my cock deep into her mouth. Her tiny nails sink into my thighs, and she whimpers around my length. Pulling out a little, I slam back in and watch as her eyes water and the tears stream down the side of her face. Again, I hold myself there for a moment before pulling back out and doing it all over again. She gags around my length, and the sound only heightens my pleasure.
“You look so fucking pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth,” I say, wanting her to know that while I am punishing her, I still love her so fucking much.
Dove’s mouth is so warm, so fucking perfect. I pull out again, and saliva dribbles out the sides of her mouth. I half expected her to tell me to stop by now, but Dove is stronger now than she was back in that bunker. She’s a queen.
Moaning around my cock, I swear the sound goes straight through me. Repeating the process again, I continue fucking her mouth until the pleasure in my balls becomes too much, and I’m afraid I’ll blow. I’m going to fill up her tight little pussy with my come.
Pulling all the way out of her, I grab her by the chin and stare into her crystal blues.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” I order, and she scurries from the floor and onto the bed. Climbing onto the bed, I situate myself behind her, pressing down on the small of her back. She’s at the perfect angle, her pink folds glisten in the morning light.
“You come when I tell you to,” I growl and line up my cock with her entrance. Thrusting my hips forward, I slip deep inside of her channel, my home. She’s snug, tightly squeezing me like a vice.
“So deep,” she pants into the sheets, and I slap her ass hard for talking outside the rules.
“Don’t talk unless it’s to tell me to stop.”
Those are the last words I say for a while as I fuck her hard and fast, showing her just how much it hurt me to lose her. Imprinting my soul on hers, I fuck her like an animal, rutting deep. Every time she gets close to orgasming, I pull out. She whimpers at the loss, and when I push back into her, we repeat it all over again.
“Zane,” she pleads, and it’s the one time I let her get away with talking.
The need in her voice is too much for me. I can feel her gripping me, her tight cunt getting ready to pulse around me. I’ve been fucking her for ten minutes now, beads of sweat drip down my body, my grip on her hips is bruising, the force of my thrusts harsh, but I can’t seem to get enough of her. I can’t seem to get her to feel all of my pain. Withholding her orgasm is killing me as badly as it’s killing her.
“Please, Zane, please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” She starts to sob, like actual crying, and it’s the last shred. I can’t take hurting either of us anymore. Slamming hard into her one last time, I grind my hips against her ass, feeling everything as she explodes all around me. We both come together, my hot come fills her channel, and I can feel it dripping down my cock and onto my balls.
Fuck, I’ve never come so much or so hard before.
Gently, I pull out of Dove and collapse onto the mattress beside her. I tug her into my side and stroke her sweaty face with my hand. It takes me forever to catch my breath, but when I do, I roll, so we are facing each other.
“Was I too rough?” I ask a tinge of guilt in my voice.
“No. I’ll be sore, but you taught your lesson.” The little smile she gives me is enough to make the guilt disappear.
“I love you, Dove. I love you so fucking much, and no one is going to come between us again. I’ll kill anyone who tries, anyone who even thinks about it. You’re mine, and I am yours. Say it,” I urge, needing to hear her say the words.
“I am yours,” she whispers, and I’ve never heard truer words in my life.
24
I feel the way Zane fucked me in every step I take, and I’m pretty sure that was his intention. I took away his power when I forced him to leave, and I needed to show him that I placed that control back into his hands. I know he needed this as much as I needed it myself.
The way he used me was terrifying. Like I was nothing to him, but at the same time, invigorating because, in the end, I held all the power. If I told him to stop, he would have. I could feel his anger slipping away, the pain crumbling little by little.