Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Oh, I wish I could hide inside your skin,” Cesar rasps.
“You can,” I whisper, stroking his thick cock. It pulses with need in my hand. “I want you inside me.” I’ve never been in such an emotional frenzy when fucking. He satisfies all my needs and there is no loneliness when Cesar is with me. He fills every dark corner within me with the fire burning deep inside him.
“Yes,” he responds in a whimper and fucks my hand with that pulsing cock as he sucks on my nipple. We’re on the side of the road, and anyone passing by could see us, but I don’t care. All I want is to let him crawl inside and fill me with heat.
He plucks lube out of his pocket and drops it on my chest, still making those impatient movements with his hips. “I need it now. Need you.”
I’m quick to get some lube in my hand and on his cock. I look between us, overheating already. My legs are spread for him, and his dick is so rigid. It even twitches, as if Cesar is that excited to be inside me. I’d lube my ass for him too if it wasn’t too awkward in this position.
“Go on, fill me. You’re so hot like this. My gorgeous monster.” I bite my lip in excitement, already anticipating the rough ride.
I love it when he loses his composure during sex, so desperate all he can do is use me until his balls are empty. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Oh f-fuck…” he mutters, folding me so fast I end up pressing my feet to the roof of the car. That’s how he’s going to have me—in this uncomfortably tight, awkward space, because I’ve given him permission to help himself to my body whenever he needs it, and he is too aroused to wait.
I’m in fucking heaven.
We both gasp when his hard dick presses at my entrance, and the faint moonlight captures his face just right, allowing me to see his intense gaze, and the blood smeared on his face. Blood he spilled for me.
“You’re always so tight,” he whispers, making my cheeks heat up.
“Or is your dick just that thick?” I tease and give his lips a lick, but then moan as soon as his slippery cockhead slides over my hole. I’m so sensitive there my toes curl.
“You know how to compliment a man properly,” Cesar whispers with a dark chuckle, but then he’s braced over me, and enters.
Each inch he pushes in makes me more breathless. By the time he’s all the way inside, I’m shivering under him and can’t stop it if I tried.
No man has ever felt this good.
My chest tightens at the sudden realization that it will never be enough. I will always crave him.
“Oh, I will make you overflow so very soon,” Cesar whispers, licking my ear.
I whimper, grabbing his shoulders. The fabric of his suit is so silky, its elegance in such stark contrast with the killer underneath. “Yes. Please. I love it when you come inside. Love feeling your dick pulsing in me.” My own cock is already dribbling pre-cum onto my stomach, because being fucked by Cesar is such a turn-on I can come on command when he stretches my hole.
I choke on a moan when he retracts his hips, only to stab into me, gaze never leaving my eyes, as if he wants to feast on my reactions.
“My sweet lamb, you’re stuck with me now. I am never letting you leave my side,” he rasps, and when I reach for him, he grabs my wrists and holds them down above my head.
The gesture makes my cock twitch in excitement. Yes. I’m at his mercy now. I’m his puppet to do with as he pleases. A warm hole he can take pleasure in. I gasp when he descends on my neck with teeth and kisses while his hips start moving, first at a languid pace, then faster.
My legs are open to him, my chest exposed, neck offered if he wants to feast on me. I truly feel what it means to be his.
“Fuck… Fuck… yes. Just like that,” I beg helplessly as he rides my hole in any way he likes. At first, he teases me by keeping the thrusts shallow, fucking me at an angle that doesn’t quite let him hit the spot I need stimulated. Once he’s intent on making me come, pleasure goes into overdrive as he assaults my prostate over and over. I tense, pressing both feet against the roof.
The wolf mask is still on, and I force my eyes open, imagining he’s a real beast going to town on its mate. Claiming him. Breeding him.
He stops. Then goes shallow again, as if to show me he’s in charge.