Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“I can’t promise you happy ever after, Piston. My life is --”
“Complicated? You think I don’t know?”
“Do we have to talk about this now?” I practically sobbed out question. Serious turn of subject should have dampened this need inside me, but it didn’t. It only made me impatient to see if Piston could make good on his promises. Surprisingly, I found I loved idea of everything he described. I just wasn’t sure I could give him that much of myself.
“You need to know everything before I do this, Venus. But I’m not going to make it easy for you. You’re not easy. You wouldn’t trust easy. But you trust me. Don’t you.” It wasn’t a question.
“You’re imagining things.” Why did my voice sound breathy and weak?
“This wet pussy against my dick says otherwise.” As he spoke, he moved in slow, easy strokes. Every brush against my clit threatened to send me over edge whether I was ready or not.
Then he stopped, the head of his cock at my entrance. He didn’t press forward and actually breach my entrance, but stayed as still as statue. I think him stopping stimulation was actually worse than teasing he’d been doing.
“Why did you stop?” I practically sobbed out the words.
“Because you won’t tell me what you want me to do. You’re in complete control here. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”
“Fine! Just fucking fuck me! I want you to fuck me!” I yelled at him, all my anger and helplessness and loneliness and longing came rushing inside me, just like thrust of his cock.
Without another word, Piston gave me what I asked for. He took my breath as he pounded inside me. At some point he let my hands go, but all I could do was brace myself against the wall. I tried to push back, to fuck him like he fucked me, but he had me pinned between the hard wall and his equally hard body.
He worked my body with brutal finesse, knowing exactly how to play me to keep me on edge, never falling over. His grip on my hips was just shy of painful, but I reveled in it. I found I wanted that helpless feeling I had when he’d manhandled me. Thought of him tying me to his bed for him to do whatever he wanted with me played in my mind on repeat even as it gave me a taste of what that scenario would entail. He’d said he would put his cum in me whenever he wanted. Did I really want that?
“Blyad!”
“That’s right, baby. I’m fuckin’ you. I’m gonna fuck you all fuckin’ night. Then, when we catch that son of a bitch, Victor, I’m gonna bring you home and fuck you some more.”
“Da! Da!”
With a yell, Piston shoved away from me only to spin me around again. He lifted me into his arms. I found myself being carried to the bed across the room. My pants and boots were still around my thighs so I couldn’t wrap my legs around him. He set me on my feet long enough to shove my pants all the way down my legs. My boots were harder to get off, but somehow we both managed. By the time we did, though, both of us were breathing heavily. More than a few grunts and moans filled the room as I became more and more frustrated. This whole situation was pure madness!
Before he put us on bed, Piston lifted my naked body into his arms, those strong arms iron bands around my torso. He shoved his cock inside me again, and I screamed Piston’s name.
He lay on top of me -- his jeans still around his hips -- wrapping his arms around me tightly. He began to fuck me in hard, sure, fast strokes. I screamed over and over again, still riding that edge of orgasm but unable to fall. Piston’s harsh grunts were heavy in my ears and made my inability to come all the more frustrating. If that bastard came before me, I really would kill him.
“That’s it, baby. You’re right there, aren’t you? So close you can taste it.” His words were nothing but pure sin. I should be burning in hell for all dirty images his gruff voice brought to me.
Sweat dampened my skin. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was dig my nails into Piston’s back and do whatever he said moment he said to do it. I probably brought blood, but damned if I cared.
I was getting ready to slice into his jugular vein when Piston shifted his body just slightly. He must have known exactly what he was doing because his arms tightened around me just as my body fragmented, exploding with force of nuclear bomb. I swear I saw stars and possibly passed out for few seconds.