Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Silas grins down at me, and fuck, he’s so beautiful. He’s always been so fucking beautiful.
“Take me out,” he commands.
I glare at him.
“Do it. Take me out. It’s the only way you get to come.”
“I hate you.”
“That so?”
He chuckles as I fumble with his belt, the button and zipper of his slacks. Once they’re undone, I slide my hand into his briefs and hear his moan as I cup his cock. My pussy throbs, need dripping down my thighs.
“Good little wife. Now,” he says, and with one hand, he rips the covers off the bed. “Get on your hands and knees and show me how bad you want me to fuck that dripping little pussy of yours.”
He releases me, and I tell him how much I hate him as I climb up onto the bed and do exactly as he says, my knees wide, my ass in the air. I watch him watch me as he strips off the last of his clothes, eyes locked on what I’m offering. Once he’s fully naked, he climbs up behind me, nudging my knees wider with his and settles himself there, splaying my ass cheeks open.
“I’m going to take my fill of you, and only when you beg me will I allow you to come.”
“I will never beg you.”
“Careful, sweetheart. Never say never because I’m going to enjoy watching you swallow those words.”
He thrusts into me, forcing the air from my lungs. I cry out, clutching the ornate wooden rungs of the headboard. Silas fucks me deep and hard from behind, pulling out all the way and thrusting in again and again, never seeming to tire while forcing a grunt from me with each stroke. He slides one hand around to play with my clit, taunting me, pulling away just when I’m on the edge of orgasm.
“Beg me to let you come.”
“I hate you.”
“Beg.” He sets a finger against my asshole. “Get down on your elbows, face in the pillows and beg me,” he says, pushing that finger inside me.
“I. Hate. Oh. Fuck.” I do exactly as he says, panting, arching my back to offer him more of me, all of me. “Please!”
“That’s it, sweetheart. You like this? You like me playing with your ass as I fuck your cunt?”
“I hate—“
“Again. Beg me again,” he taunts, playing with me, every part of me full of him.
“Please! Let me come!”
“Good girl,” he says and slams into me, not holding back this time, taking me over the edge, the pillow muffling my scream as I come so hard, I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe.
When the world rights itself again, blood throbs against my ears and my breath comes in pants. Silas is saying something, sounding self-satisfied while massaging my scalp. I blink my eyes open to find him looming over me as I lay flat on my stomach, utterly spent.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Begging me like that?” he asks, watching me. He kisses my cheek. “I have to say, I liked it.” He grins and I realize something. He’s still hard. He’s still hard inside me. “Tell me something, is it real yet?” And as he says it, he pulls out of my pussy and draws my hips up a little, shoving a pillow beneath them.
“Silas…”
I watch his bent head, see how his hair flops over his eyes like it used to when he was younger. See the sheen of sweat on his forehead and watch as a drop splatters onto my back. He pushes his finger into my ass again and I gasp for breath.
“I can’t… No more.”
“No?” He draws his finger out only to press his cock against that tight hole. He meets my eyes and one corner of his mouth lifts. “But I haven’t come yet.”
“Silas, no. I can’t take you there. I—”
“First time?” he asks.
I nod fast, thinking he’ll back off, but he doesn’t.
“Good.” He grins instead and pushes past my resistance, moaning as he eases into me, stretching me.
I grip the headboard and squeeze my eyes shut, whimpering. It burns, and I’m too sensitive, and he’s too big.
“Relax. O. Easy. You’re going to take it, and it’s going to feel so fucking good you won’t know your own name when I’m finished with you.”
I try to breathe, to manage all the sensations colliding together, but when he slides the fingers of one hand to my clit and begins to manipulate the already sensitive nub, I make a sound I don’t think I’ve ever made before, a moan from deep inside my chest.
“Fuck, O, you feel so fucking tight. So fucking good.”
“I’m going to come again.”
“Tell me something first,” he says, drawing out of me and flipping me onto my back. He pushes my knees up and eases every inch of himself back into my ass with a low, deep moan.