Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
“Want it harder?” he asks, and I force myself back into slut mode with a yes, please.
“Get on all fours, then.”
My nerves are back as I roll over and get myself up for him. I touch my tits to the mattress so my pussy and ass are both on proud display, bracing myself for what’s coming. It’s just as well, since the guy doesn’t hold back. He pumps the dildo into me so hard that I cry out.
Ant sounds so turned on when he speaks that it gives me tingles.
“That’s it, baby. Show him how deep you want it in your filthy cunt. Show him how much you fucking need it.”
I move like a needy whore would do, slamming back to meet every thrust.
“That’s not stretching you enough, is it, baby?” Ant says, and his voice is everything, turning me on more than this guy ever could.
“No,” I say. “More… please…”
“How about you show him how you want to be stretched?”
The guy grunts. “Yeah, slut, show me how you fucking like it.”
“Use your fingers as he fucks you,” Ant says, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to take it but I’ll try.
I drop forward onto the mattress, with my ass and pussy still up high, and slide my hand down between my legs, fingers hooked ready. The guy pulls the dildo out to let me push two fingers inside me, but he doesn’t ease the dildo back in to join them, just slams it right back in. Fuck, it hurts, but I’m learning to accept it, thankful for the champagne haze. I push back against his thrusts to take it all, turning my head to the side so I can smile at Ant, because that’s what’s spurring me on – Ant’s smile back at me.
“I’m such a filthy slut…” I whisper, and the pain is easing, my pussy getting used to it. “Fuck me like the whore I am…”
The guy fucks me harder, and I moan like a dirty bitch, loud enough to be heard on camera.
“You’re so good,” I say to him. “Fuck, yes, you’re so good.”
“Time for my dick,” he groans, and I can hear how desperate he is.
This shouldn’t take long.
I keep my fingers inside myself as he pulls the dildo out. I hear him shuffle and feel the head of his cock taking its place, and I let out a louder moan like a true slut as he gives it to me. I’m being fucked by a random guy, pussy stretched with my own fingers at the same time, but I’m smiling.
“Fuck,” the guy grunts, and he’s already on his way to coming, I can feel it.
He shunts me down flat against the mattress making my fingers pull free of my pussy and his weight crushes against my back, giving me nothing but the hard thrusts of his hips as his cock slams inside me. His breaths are against my ear and he grunts as he takes me, interested in nothing more than shooting his load. He’s not out to please me and neither am I. I don’t care if I come, or if I like it, or how his flesh feels slapping against mine. The only thing that means anything to me right now is the way Ant is nodding his head, so proud of me.
The guy comes hard and fast with a load of grunted curses, and I’m so happy that I’ve pleased both him and Ant that I’m grinning. I reach down between my thighs as soon as the guy has rolled away from me, feeling the dribble of cum between my pussy lips. It’s a testament to how well I’ve done, and I’m so ridiculously proud of myself it’s insane.
The guy is up and in his jeans in no time. He tugs his t-shirt on and nods his head at Ant with a grin of thanks, barely bothering to acknowledge me before he walks away.
They leave the room together and I take a moment to collect myself, wishing the bottle of De Chante wasn’t empty so I could take a fresh, long glug for my efforts. I’m still riding on a high of endorphins when Ant comes back in, and I open my arms wide as he drops down to join me. He holds me tight, peppering me with kisses like I’m a dirty queen.
“That’s my perfect girl,” he whispers. “Cass, you were so good. You were so fucking good.”
He pulls away so he can look me in the eye.
“So, tell me honestly. Did you like it?”
I keep my gaze on his.
“Yeah, I liked it.” I giggle. “I liked it a lot.”
“You swear?”
“I swear.”
I’m ready for him to take me by the hand and pull me to my feet for celebration time, but he doesn’t. The happy, loving grin of his switches back to the filthy one in a heartbeat, and my stomach does a weird little lurch, because my instincts know what’s coming before I do.