Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
The shirt falls away, and my gaze drifts lower, over his rock-hard abs to the massive bulge straining against his slacks. I lick my lips, the ache between my thighs almost overwhelming. I want to know what it feels like to be owned by him, consumed, stretched and filled so completely I feel like it'll break me.
"Spread your legs, little one," he rasps, reaching for his zipper. "Let me see that pretty cunt."
My cheeks flush, but I don't look away from him as I slowly let my legs fall open, giving him what he wants. The intensity in his amber eyes as they home in on my sex is…God, I've never seen anything sexier than this man staring at my pussy like I'm offering salvation between my legs.
He undoes his pants, his eyes never leaving my sex as he shoves them down his hips. His massive cock springs free, long and thick, the head glistening with precum.
My core clenches, wetness pooling between my thighs as he wraps his fist around his cock, stroking slowly from base to tip.
"Such a beautiful little cunt for a perfect Irish princesa, Brynna," he rasps, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "I can't wait to see it stretched around my cock, your sweet virgin blood staining my skin as I fuck the innocence out of you." He squeezes his cock hard, stroking, tugging. "I intend to claim every last piece of it as mine."
His filthy words should frighten me…but they don't. I whimper, the ache between my thighs almost unbearable. I've never wanted anything more than I want him buried inside me, breaking me open and reshaping my shattered pieces into something new.
"Please," I breathe, spreading my legs even wider in a blatant, eager invitation. My hand slips down my stomach, sliding across my pussy. "Do it, Naz. Take it. Destroy me."
He snaps, roaring like a wounded beast as he falls on me, ravenous, pushed to the edge of his control. His hand lashes around my ankle, yanking me to the end of the bed.
I cry out in bliss, in surrender, as he drops to his knees between my legs, the look of abject worship, of utter devotion, on his face searing.
He buries his face between my thighs, his beard scraping against my skin as he devours me, his hands rough, his tongue hot.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed as he seals his lips around my clit and sucks hard. Explosions of ecstasy rip through my body.
"Such a sweet little cunt, mi cielito," he growls, backing off to run his tongue in maddening circles around my hole. "I could lick it all day." He pries my cheeks apart, his hands so damn rough and perfect, his gaze burning as he stares at my exposed back entrance. "And this tight little asshole… Fuck, I can't wait to claim it, too, Brynna. Want to feel it strangling my cock as I force myself inside. You'll love every filthy second, princesa."
I whimper, my cheeks burning at his wicked promise even as it sends another flood of wetness trickling between my thighs. No one has ever spoken to me the way he does, so raw and wanton. So hungry for me. He doesn't ask nicely or guard his tongue. He isn't a polite gentleman, afraid to cross my father. He tells me exactly what he wants, exactly what he's going to do to me. And I fucking love it.
I want it, every filthy word, every depraved desire. I want this man broken open, spilling every bit of his darkness into me. I don't want to be a perfect, pampered little princess. I want to be his.
He licks over my asshole, and I sob, writhing against his face. "Please, Naz…"
"Please what, mi alma?" He nips my inner thigh before flicking his tongue against my asshole again. "Tell me what you need. Beg for it, and I'll give it to you. Whatever you want."
"I need your tongue inside me. I-I need you to fuck me with it," I plead shamelessly, too far gone to care about what I'm allowed to say or should want or what's proper. Here, none of that matters. With him, there are no rules. There's just give and take. There's pillage and conquer and fuck and claim.
"That's it," he rasps, his voice an approving rumble that sets me on fire. "Beg for my tongue in this tight little asshole like a good little slut."
"Please, Naz," I sob, writhing beneath him, desperate for more. "I need it. I need you. Lick me open and fuck me apart."
He groans his approval, nipping my inner thigh. "Whatever you want, I'll give you, Brynna. Down to my fucking soul."
His tongue laves over my asshole in long, slow strokes that make me shake and whimper. Each touch is a tease, a torment, and a revelation all rolled into one. And I'm burning alive, my skin on fire, my blood molten lava roaring through my veins in pyroclastic flows.