Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
He strides over before I can react. One hand grabs onto the chain, and the other pushes me forward. My ass is in the air, and a pressure tugs at my throat. It’s not choking me, but it’s definitely reminding me that it would.
“I told you, baby, I’m not being gentle.” He rips my panties aside and slams a palm down on my bare ass.
I gasp in shock and arch my back. The collar digs into my throat. There’s no room to move, no room to react, and he spanks me a second time.
“Oh, shit,” I groan, half in pain and half loving it. “That fucking hurts.”
“If you want me to stop, you can say the word. Remember, albatross.” The tension on the collar tightens. I stare over my shoulder at him, my mouth hanging open. And I don’t say a goddamn thing. “Good girl.”
He rubs my ass, and I start to think maybe I won his approval, but then he spanks me again. Three sharp whacks until I’m whimpering, and only then does his hand slip between my legs and tease at my dripping, aching core.
It hurts, and it feels good, and it’s so fucking confusing I can barely think. I moan, wiggling my hips against his palm as he teases me, but he’s not done; he spanks me again, and again, before plunging two fingers in me from behind.
“Fuck,” I say, and again the collar bites into my throat. God, it’s tight, and his fingers feel so fucking good as they slide in and out.
“Beautiful girl,” he whispers as he manhandles me, fucking me deep, spanking me again, back to fucking me. Those fingers are absolute magic. “I love it when you wear my collar. I love when you’re on all fours, with your dripping wet, soaking pussy wiggling in the air. I love making your ass red and raw with my bruises, and I love making you moan for me. You make such beautiful fucking moans, you dirty girl. You whimper and whine, and you sound like all you want in the world is my big cock. Is that what you want? Say it, Laura.”
“I want your big cock,” I moan as his fingers rush in and out faster. I’m aware that I’m the one begging now.
His fingers slide out and he steps away. I gasp for breath, and I wasn’t even aware that I’d been holding it. He unbuckles his belt and steps out of his slacks, kicking them aside. Then he unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall away. Holy crap, he’s gorgeous: his body’s ripped and defined, his skin smooth and tanned and lovely, and I’m practically drooling over him as he pulls down his boxer briefs.
Jackal has an incredibly large dick.
Like absurdly big. I stare, mouth wide open. He’s in nothing but the mask now, and his hard cock throbs with his heartbeat as he steps to the edge of the bed, reaches out, and takes my chain.
“Open your mouth,” he instructs and uses my collar to guide me down to him.
I obey. I start out licking him, base to tip, genuinely wondering how I’m going to fit him in my mouth, and extremely excited to find out. He’s so thick, and when I get to his tip, I lick a drop of precum before taking him between my lips.
I moan as I suck him. He tightens his grip on the chain and guides me, and I feel owned, I feel beautiful, and even though I’m the one on all fours and wearing a collar, I know right now I have more power than I’ve ever had in our relationship. He’s growling these erotic and gorgeous noises as I suck him faster, going down as far as I can, which isn’t even halfway. My tongue swishes around in circles, and I’m being messy, but I can’t help it. My spit pools around his balls and glides down his shaft and drips down to the bedspread below. I suck him faster, gliding in and out, and that’s when he leans forward.
He reaches out and teases my pussy as I take him into my throat. I groan and suck his cock as his fingers press inside of me.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, voice thick with passion. “You take me into your pretty throat while you moan. Fuck, baby, you are a dirty, filthy, messy fucking girl, with a pretty little pussy, and you are all mine.”
I gasp as he pulls me back by the collar and shoves me away. I land on my back, up on my elbows, but he’s on me before I can move. He rips off my panties, throwing them aside, and shoves me down with a rough palm. He pulls the mask back, but all I see is the top of his head as he dives between my legs, then he’s pulling the chain into his hands and down my body, the cool metal pressed between my breasts. My back shakes and my legs tense, and sweat pours down my skin, as Jackal licks my pussy and fucks me with his fingers, taking me and eating me like a savage.