Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“Now you don’t know if you want it anymore,” I say softly.
She just shrugs and keeps coming closer. Finally, she stops in front of me.
“Maybe that’s it. Or maybe I just want to do it all on my own terms. If I fall out of favor being myself, I could live with that. It’s this faking it thing that I don’t know if I can handle.”
I put one hand on her cheek, slowly moving it back to tangle into her hair.
“Even if you have everything?” I ask softly.
“I think I might rather lose it all than fake it.”
I pull her toward me and kiss her. My blood’s up, heart beating fast, and I can’t help myself.
I knew there was something about her. I could see a sadness inside of her, buried deep down. I could see it in that empty mansion when we first met, and in the way she’d drift from show to show basically just following orders like a good Marine.
But she’s not a Marine. She’s so much more than that. She’s fire and ice and everything between. I want every inch of her and I want her to see how incredible she really is.
I don’t know how else to show her, other than by kissing her rough and pulling her tight against my body.
I kiss her neck and let my hands roam her body. She tugs at my shirt and I let her pull it off. She works on my belt as I unhook her bra, letting it fall on the floor. I finish by pulling my jeans off and she watches me, biting her lip.
“You’re wondering if you’re making a mistake,” I say gently to her. I back her up, running her up against the bed. She falls back onto it and I pin her down.
“Maybe,” she admits.
“This isn’t the mistake,” I whisper. “This is what makes you feel good.”
“You don’t know that.”
I laugh gently. “I know. Believe me, I can see it. I know what you think, what you feel. What you crave.”
“Then you know me better than I know myself.”
“Damn right I do.” I laugh again and kiss her breasts, teasing her nipples, one hand sliding down between her legs. “You want something real? This is real, this tight, wet little cunt. This is real.”
She gasps as I tease her and slip my fingers under her panties. She’s soaked, dripping for me, practically running down her legs.
I tease her clit and kiss her neck. “Everything you’re feeling right now is real,” I whisper. “All that out there is bullshit. Right here, I’ll make you feel something you need.”
“Oh, god, please, Daddy,” she groans.
I kiss her hard and slide my fingers inside her tight little pussy. She lets out this amazing little groan, full of pleasure and pain and desire and anger and every little emotion that’s crossed her mind since this tour started.
“That’s right,” I whisper in her ear. “You want to get it all out, don’t you?”
“Get what out?” she manages to say.
“All that anger and stress. You need to release it all.”
“Oh, god, yes,” she whispers. “Yes, yes, please, yes.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” I put my thumb down her bottom lip before sliding it into her mouth. She sucks it hard as my other hand slides my fingers up deep inside her pussy, pushing them in and out before teasing her clit in pleasing little circles.
She groans and bites down on my thumb. I grunt a little and pull it back, grabbing her hair. I fuck her cunt hard with my fingers before letting go of her hair to grab one wrist.
I pin her down to the bed and kiss her lips hard. I kiss her neck, her chest, her breasts. I keep her pinned to the bed, held down hard and fast, before I finally let her go.
She groans and reaches down under my boxer briefs, grabbing my thick shaft. I let her stroke me, groaning a little bit, kissing her lips and tasting that pretty little tongue.
Fucking hell, she’s everything right now. I pull back and stand in front of the bed. She sits up and I pull my boxer briefs off. She leans forward and takes my cock in her mouth as soon as they hit the floor.
I let out a grunt of pleasure and grab her hair. I hold it tight and push her down, making her take my thick cock down that pretty little throat. I fuck her lips and pull her face back before kissing her.
“God damn, you’re sexy when you suck my cock,” I whisper.
“Of course I am,” she says, grinning.
“Fucking hell. You don’t even know.” I grab her hair tight and push her back down.
She works my shaft with both hands, sucking the tip before sliding down and taking me into her throat again. She gags but doesn’t stop, sexy as all fucking hell. It’s the way she sucks my cock like she can’t get enough of it, moaning slightly with it in her throat. Gagging doesn’t stop this dirty fucking girl and she sucks me harder, faster, groaning and wanting and needing it all.