Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
He stands. I stare up at him, naked, glistening, dizzy. I watch him undress. His massive cock is stiff and throbbing, covered in veins, a bit of precum shining on his tip.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. “Come here,” I whisper. “Just let me—”
I sit up on an elbow. He stoops as I lean forward and lick that precum off. It sticks to my tongue as I pull back, a long string of it. I look at him, staring into his eyes, loving the fire in his expression. His bleak pure lust.
I reach up and catch the string before it breaks. I smear it around his tip.
“You know what I love?” I whisper as I sit up. I take his cock in both hands and rub the tip against my face, my cheeks, my lips. “How you’re always so hard and dripping with precum for me. It means you want me.” I smear him over my mouth and chin. “It means you can’t get enough.”
“Fuck, Charlie,” he whispers, staring with his mouth hanging open, hips thrusting just slightly like he can’t help himself. “You’re so fucking beautiful with my cock painting your pretty cheeks.”
“You like this?” I rub two fingers across my chin and shove them into my mouth. “I love it too.”
I think that breaks something in him. He grabs me from the couch and turns me around, shoving me down into my hands, my elbows on the back. He kicks my legs wide, making my back arch, but instead of fucking me, he brings one rough hand down on my bare ass with a vicious crack.
I gasp in shock, and before I can moan, I feel him sink inside of me.
His cock spreads me wide. I arch further, wanting him all the way, as pleasure and pain war inside my head. He spanks me again and again before grabbing my hair and fucking me like I’m his tool. Like I was born to this world to be filled and fucked and ruined by him alone. We fit together, better than I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s terrifying the way he fills me, roughly and fully, and leaves me needing more of him.
Over and over he fucks me. The man lost his mind. I finally broke him and I love it. I’m moaning his name and sweating as he fills me roughly, fucking me deep, grinding into my pussy, his hips slamming into my ass again and again. He leans forward, reaching one hand around my hips to graze along my clit, and I feel it coming again.
“All fucking mine,” he snarls in my ear. “Leave me off the leash and I’ll fuck you into oblivion, Charlie. Whenever I want you, I will have you. I’ll make you ache and moan. I’ll fill your mouth and your pussy. I’ll rip myself into your pussy until you scream my name and sing for bliss. Don’t you dare leash me again.”
“Keep going.” I buck into him, pushing back down his shaft. “Please, god, keep going. Keep going!”
He roars his bliss and I scream mine. Everything breaks, the world crumbles into pieces, and I feel him spurting between my legs as the orgasm twists me and breaks me. I shatter and fall to pieces, crumbling for him, gasping and moaning as his arms wrap around my body, his cock still buried inside of me. I’m pulled against him, his huge warmth cradling me tightly, and I could sink into this forever. I could stay right here in bliss for the rest of my life.
We stay like that on the couch for a little while. I’m breathing hard and dizzy. He squeezes tightly and holds me. I feel like we’ve melded, our breathing synced, and I wonder how I didn’t notice this before. The way my head fits in the crook of his arm. How his chest is the perfect shape. His smell is overwhelming, musky and good. The way we just fit. His hardness, my softness. The ease in which I melt and break for him.
All my life, I’ve been looking for something more. I haunted the fighting pits, wanting to become another person. It wasn’t enough, being the heir of the Westbrook fortune. At some level I knew my grandfather was always going to hold onto the family’s business for as long as he was alive. And once he’s gone, we’ll tear each other apart trying to get as big a piece of the empire as we can.
It was never going to be mine. I could drown myself in work, but where would that get me?
The same old house with the same awful people.
No joy, no happiness.
Money and power, but nothing to build and nothing to buy.
This though…
“Davide checked your GPS data.” Stefano sounds sleepy as he speaks, like a bear waking from hibernation. “You weren’t anywhere near the depot during the break-ins. At least, your phone wasn’t.”