Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
With deft fingers, he rubbed my slick entrance, and with the other hand, he slow jerked his cock in a way that made me want to beg for a taste of him.
“You want this?” I know what he wanted and shook my head as he laughed cruelly. “You say one thing—” When he pushed a finger inside my slick heat, my mouth rounded and my eyes closed as he slowly, steadily finger fucked me. “—but your pussy is sucking me in so nicely, kissing my finger so sweetly that I know you’re lying.” He pushed his finger in me all the way and held it there as my insides shook. “You sure you don’t want this?” My mouth gaping, I shook my head deliberately, watching him watch me. And he leaned in, putting his nose to mine, as he muttered, “What do you want, little sparrow?”
“I want...” It was hard to find my voice, but I did, and what I said shocked the both of us. The words came out shaky. “I want you to choke me and tell me I’m a good girl.”
His eyes flashed.
Mine widened.
And when he moved, he did it so fast everything blurred.
The thick digit inside me slipped out, my yoga pants were ripped down my legs along with my soaked panties, and just when I thought he’d drag me to the bedroom, he sat up on his knees and reached up to grip my throat harshly, forcing me back into the wall. I panted around his severe hold, reaching up to grip his forearm with both my hands.
It felt so wrong, so unnatural to want this.
He was too coarse. Too brutal.
It made no sense for my pussy to be weeping the way it was.
Yet, here we were.
With one hand at my throat, he snaked his free arm around my waist and held me in place as he shuffled forward, trapping me between his body and the wall. Draping my legs over his knees, he put his forehead to mine, unforgivingly close, and rubbed my pussy firmly. “This what you want, baby?”
He was out of character.
“Yes,” I breathed out shakily.
Twitch’s face softened a moment. “You sure?”
He was giving me an out before this turned violent. But I wanted to give him this gift, because I loved him and... “I trust you.”
Looking pained, his eyes closed and he held them shut tightly, knowing this was costing me my comfort, but being consciously unable to let me go.
Would he test my limits?
Yes. He always did.
Did I trust him to stop if need be?
No, he wouldn’t stop. But he would slow it down for me if I failed to keep up. And that’s all I needed.
Small reassurances. Not grand gestures.
I watched in fascination as he took in a deep breath, stretched his neck out, and then opened his eyes to lay his dark glare on me. He leaned in and put his lips to the shell of my ear, and when he rumbled out what he did, I knew it was on. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, baby.”
My core squeezed, and when he tightened his grasp on me, I felt my heart beat steadily against his palm, and my body was his to do with what he pleased.
Today, I was his toy. His plaything. A tight hole and nothing more. And he would use me because he wanted to, not because I had given my permission. Because he was hurting and needed an outlet.
I gave myself up as tribute to his pain.
My mouth opened in a silent moan as he placed the tip of him at my needy slit.
“Shut your mouth,” he growled, and I did, my eyes on him, breathing heavily through my nose.
As the tip of him kissed me softly, he held my neck callously in one hand while the other came down to haul up my tank top. He peered down at my black, strappy harness bra, looking at me attentively, before running rough fingers over the swell of my breasts. “Don’t be shy, angel.” His brows furrowed at the softness of my skin then he licked his lips. “If I bite... yeah, it’ll hurt.” He yanked down my bra harshly then smirked unkindly at the way my breath hitched. “But I promise you’ll like it.”
He applied the smallest amount of pressure, and as the head of him slipped into me, my eyes fluttered closed, a soft breath leaving me lightly. Little by little, he slid deeper and deeper, dangerously slow. And when I was halfway impaled, his brow knitted, he gritted his teeth, and with a solid thrust, a loud gasp was pulled from me as he drove into my pussy, balls deep.
Feeling full and desperate, my lips started to move, and then I was begging on a rushed whisper, “Oh, please. I want it so bad. Please, baby. Give it to me.”