Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
It’s driving me insane.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Faster.
A glimmer of something beyond the threshold lies within her eyes.
It’s just within reach, but so far out of my grasp I can barely take it.
I need this.
I need this so I can fucking move on and never think of her again.
That glimmer of anguish in her eyes…
I’m fucking it out of my system.
God, I want to fucking drown in this woman.
Fuck.
I pull out for a moment, and she sucks in the air like she was nearly ready to see God and repent.
“Jesus,” she groans. “Fucking animal.”
“I’ll fuck you like one too if you don’t fucking behave.”
“I’m already chained up and sucking your dick. What else do you want, Foley?”
“I want you to repent, stalker,” I growl.
“Says the fucker who wants to shoot his cum down my throat.”
My nostrils flare, and my eye twitches from her obvious taunts.
But my cock is so goddamn hungry for retribution that it keeps on bobbing up and down, keeps twitching to be back where it belongs.
Inside her.
“You’re losing yourself, aren’t you?” she says, a wicked smile marring her face.
I grab her throat, push her head up, and force her to look at me. “I didn’t say you could speak.”
My fingers lace around her neck, breaths completely disheveled.
“You used me for your own pleasure. This is mine.”
She’s not the one in a chokehold. It’s me.
My thumb presses on her lips, taking in every curve, every ridge, and I spread her saliva all over her face, admiring how beautifully fucked up I’ve made her look.
I’m fucking obsessed with her, and I hate it. I hate how she’s managed to snake her way into my mind without my permission, how that pussy and that mouth have made me yearn for something I shouldn’t ever crave.
How am I supposed to stop?
How do I fucking stop what she set in motion when I don’t want it to fucking stop?
“Go on then,” she taunts. “Do it. Go all the way, Foley.”
A test from a devil in disguise, luring me down the path to hell.
My morals will not survive.
I part her lips and watch my hard-on slip down that tongue, marveling at the way she scrapes her teeth along out of pure spite.
Hatred.
Hatred runs so deep that I don’t know when it turned into admiration, and then into complete and utter obsession.
This woman is my undoing.
She’s managed to twist me into a vile, indignant creature searching for the next hit just to get even. A sickening criminal just like the men I regularly put away.
Yet I refuse to quit.
Not now, not when I’ve come so far, when I’m in so deep I can smell her desire from all the way up here.
She wants this.
I grab a fistful of her hair and tilt her head back, then force her to swallow me deeper.
I thrust and thrust, deepening each stroke until her saliva coats my shaft, and I pull out to swipe my hard-on all over her face.
“How do you like being used?” I groan. “To be turned into a mess of your own making?”
“C’mon then, show me what you’ve got,” she retorts.
She thinks she can take it?
Fine.
I shove back in all the way to the base and then pinch her nose so she can’t do anything else but swallow.
“Such a good fucking whore,” I groan as I grip the back of her head tightly. “Now swallow my cum.”
Roaring, I come deep down in her throat, not giving a shit if it’s right or wrong.
And I stay there, for as long as I need, while the orgasm continues, and I force her head to stay. She jerks the chains, but it doesn’t matter to me. She will do what I want, just like she forced me to do what she wanted.
Quid pro quo.
Her eyes slowly roll into the back of her head, and when she’s on the verge of passing out, I finally pull out to allow her the breath she so desperately seeks.
She coughs and heaves, with dribbles of cum running down her lips. A wicked smile forms on my face as I grip her chin and force her to look up at me. “This is what you wanted, remember? Does my cum taste good, bunny?” I grit.
She spits onto my pants, and I laugh it off as I release her. “You should be grateful I don’t fuck you right here where you stand as retribution. Payback was mild.”
I zip up again while she keeps sucking in the oxygen like I’ve left her in complete shambles.
Good. She thought she could tame me, but I’m the sword of Damocles come to wreak havoc. My indignation will not be tamed.
This is on her. This is what she wanted. What she deserves.
I take a few steps back and admire the degradation I made her succumb to, just like she forced me to endure. But the way she looks at me, with that glimmer still burning bright red in her eyes, makes me swallow hard.