Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
She writhes against the glass, her full tits flattening obscenely on the window.
"Look at them down there," I murmur against her ear, pumping my fingers faster, harder. "Going about their lives, no idea that up here, an innocent little princesa is about to get fucked within an inch of her life by the big bad cartel boss they're all so afraid of."
"Naz!" she sobs, bucking against my hand.
I add a third finger, stretching her open. Fuck, she's close already, fluttering around me. Such a desperate little thing.
"Are you going to come on my fingers, mi cielito? Coat them in your sweet cream so I can lick them clean after I ruin you?"
"Yes! I'm…I'm…" Her orgasm crashes over her, and she wails my name, convulsing against the glass.
"Good girl, princesa. Come all over my hand," I croon, working her through it until she's plastered to the window, trembling and spent.
I don't give her a reprieve. I want her wrecked, demolished with pleasure. I line myself up with her entrance and slam in to the hilt with one brutal thrust.
"Fuck!" she screams, scrabbling at the window.
I grip her hips, my fingertips digging into her soft flesh to hold her in place as I fuck into her, taking her hard.
I reach up to palm her tits, plucking at her nipples, and she screams, throwing her head back against my shoulder.
I pinch her nipples harder, twisting the sensitive peaks until she's writhing against me, impaled on my cock. "That's it, mi alma. Take it. Take everything I give you like the greedy little slut you are."
"Oh god," she sobs, her pussy clenching around my shaft as I pound into her. "Naz, I can't…it's too much!"
"You can and you will," I growl. Releasing one of her tits, I reach down to press my fingers to her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles. "I know this greedy cunt needs more, Brynna. It's never satisfied, is it? Always hungry for my cock, my tongue, my fingers. Such a desperate little hole."
She whimpers, shaking her head frantically. We both know it's a lie.
I tug on her nipple in reprimand.
"Don't lie to me, little one. I feel you dripping all over me, soaking my cock and balls. Your pussy is begging to be used hard. It wants to be stretched and filled and fucked raw."
"Please." Her voice breaks on a sob, her hands scrabbling uselessly on window, trying to find purchase, trying to find something to anchor her as I do exactly what she wanted me to do. Use her. Fuck her. "Please, Naz…"
"Please what? Use your words, pretty little princesa."
"Please let me come!" she wails, her pussy clenching hard around my cock. "I need it! I need you!"
"That's it, mi cielito," I rasp in her ear. "Beg for it. Beg for my cock like the desperate little slut you are."
"I'm begging!" she sobs. "Please, please, Naz! I'll do anything! Just let me come on your cock! Please!"
There's something so sweet about the way her voice breaks when she begs, about the way she whimpers and whines. About the way tears leak from the corners of her eyes. She's fucking beautiful when she's ruined, ravishing when she's this lost in pleasure. Nothing exists to her but me, her, and the intense need ripping through her veins.
She isn't a perfect little princesa, worried about war when she's on my cock, begging to come. She's just Brynna, wild, free, more fucking mine than anything has ever been before.
And goddamn, the way I love her is terrifying.
I latch onto her shoulder, biting down as I pound into her, my fingers flying over her clit. She detonates with a scream, her cunt clamping down on my cock, rippling and gushing all over me as she convulses in ecstasy.
"Fuck!" I roar, slamming into her one last time before I explode. I grind against her, emptying every last drop inside her as her pussy continues to ripple and massage my spurting cock.
She whimpers my name, the sweet sound squeezing my heart in a vise as she collapses into my arms. I wrap them around her, pulling her up against my chest, shaken to my core at the way I love this girl. At the things I'd do for her.
I scoop her into my arms, carrying her toward the sofa on the far side of my office. She burrows into me, her face pressed against my throat.
"Are you okay, mi alma?" I murmur, running my lips across her crown, my hands across her perfect body…bringing her back down as gently as I can.
"Yes." She groans, pulling back to look at me. Her glossy eyes shift across my face. "I think I should be asking you that, though."
My brows furrow.
"There's a hole in your wall and a stapler on the floor," she murmurs. "And you yelled for me to fuck off before I opened the door."