Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
The lust in his eyes as he stares at my pussy makes me want it even more. I push down, and I know my chunky lips are moving for him.
“I adore your beautiful cunt,” he says. “I’ve made it gush many times, but I’ve never had the honour of watching your beautiful face as you spray my cock.”
Oh, Jesus, fuck me now.
With my legs pinned back, my sexy Santa ramps it up, fucks me like I know he’s fucked me before – the heat, the friction, the angle, and in no time my ass is jerking off the bed and he pulls free to a generous fucking spray that soaks his stomach and his cock.
“Fucking incredible,” he says and pins me back again, slamming his cock deep.
I gush on his bed twice over, and the covers are fucking soaked, but he doesn’t get me a towel, he’s right back to it. Whenever I’m on the comedown from a round of fucking, his fingers are straight back on my clit, building me back up, even when I’m tender to the max.
It’s such a relief to have someone else do it like this, and not me. My body is his, and the pleasure is all mine. It’s selfless to the extreme – all he wants in return is my kisses. My moans against his mouth.
My mind wanders in my headiness. Flashes of memories coming back to me as the highs make me almost delirious. I remember his cock so well, snippets of filthy recollections. But he was always blurred amongst other men.
Now it is only him. Him and me.
This man is like a smudged palette of eye shadow. Colours in every direction. Santa, Reuben… and one of the filthiest fucking founders known to man.
I want to know the real Reuben, just like he wants to know the real me.
“You going to share some info?” I ask as his fingers stroke my pussy lips. “Is this a one way street, or do I get to find out what drives you fucking crazy as well? Sex for me is never just about my pussy, and you know it. You’ve read my proposals.”
“Yes, and you’ve played my filthy games.”
“But I’ve never seen you playing them.”
I get a glimpse of the beast in the silver fox. He’s rough with my hair as he pins me to the bed, and instead of his cock this time, he uses his fingers, lining them up so they’ll be bigger than the raging hard-on he’s been using.
“Which of those dirty games did you like?” he asks.
“All of them.”
“All of them, really? Even when you were fucking screaming?”
I nod. “Especially when I was fucking screaming. Like I told you, I’m not just a whore for the money, I’m a whore because I love the filth, too.”
“Does it make you feel good to be a slut?”
“Yes.”
“To be a dirty, naughty girl?”
I nod, and smile, inching myself down against his hand.
“You have no fucking idea. I love everything, I fucking swear.”
He puts his mouth to my ear.
“Yet another thing we have in common, because so do I. You want to know the real me? You have it. I’m the man you knew in the proposals, as well as the man outside of them.”
My soul soars at his words.
“You’re blessed with tits big enough to take the punishment I like to give,” he tells me, but there is no malice about it, just power.
“I know,” I say. “And I’m blessed with an ass big enough to take one hell of a lot of fucking cane stripes.” He curls four fingers inside me and I groan. I’m so tender.
“You’ve bound my tits before, haven’t you?” I ask him.
“Yes.”
“Were you the one who hung my entire weight on them when I was struggling to stay on tiptoes?”
“I was one of them, yes.”
“It hurt so fucking bad.”
“I know. I heard you cry.”
“Have you fisted me? Do you know how much my cunt can take?”
“Yes.”
I push down harder. “So why aren’t you giving it to me right now?”
“Because I’m enjoying your gorgeous face as well as your gorgeous cunt.”
That makes me smile.
“Were you the one who used the speculum that stretched me open until I was begging for it to stop?”
“Yes.”
“Were you spreading it? Were you in control?”
“Yes.”
“That’s so fucking hot. I thought about that for days after. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Was it you who did what came after?”
“Plugged your ass up while you were gaping? Yes. I love anal play.”
“How about the nettles? Did you fuck them into my pussy?”
“Yes, and your ass, too. Multiple times.”
“Did you piss in my ass? Was that you?”
“Many times. Amongst others.”
I kiss my boss, my filthy hero, my lover, lapping at his mouth with a grin.
“Are you going to do it again? Are you going to give me everything all over again… but just me and you?”