Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
He brushed the rounded handle along my seam back and forth. “You’re very quiet. I take that as a good sign,” he mused. “Now that your body has handled the first shock, I’m going to fuck you properly with my knife so you bathe my handle and mouth with your lust.”
He gripped the blade harder and pushed the handle farther into me.
“Is that a yes?”
I panted but didn’t reply. I couldn’t agree to this. I couldn’t push him away either. I was lost between my desire to let this happen and my conscience telling me to stop it.
He pushed in slowly until the handle was about halfway inside me and became thicker, then closed his mouth over my clit again. I relaxed as pleasure surged through me from his tongue’s magic work. I loved the soft feel of it, the heat of Nevio’s breath on my pussy. My inner walls were very sensitive from my orgasm, and the softness of the leather soothed and teased them at the same time.
“More,” Nevio murmured, and I hissed as he pushed deeper, my opening stretching around the growing girth of the handle. I hadn’t been penetrated by more than my own finger and Nevio’s tongue and finger since Nevio took my virginity.
My chest clenched with memories of the night and guilt over what was happening now. Nevio’s tongue circled my clit, then stroked along my opening and lower. My eyes rolled back, and lust overrode guilt. I swallowed thickly, as stretching turned to a subtle pain as the handle conquered more of my pussy.
“Rory.”
I lowered my head.
His dark eyes hit me. “Don’t fight the pain. Savor it. Relax. Accept it.”
I tried to do what he said, and when the handle was all the way inside me, I breathed out. Nevio leaned back slightly, his chin shiny with my juices, and watched my pussy. His fist curled around the blade, pressed against my pussy. Nevio uncurled his fingers. They were covered in blood and so was the blade.
I closed my eyes. I couldn’t own up to the reality of it, to how good the leather felt inside me, of how sexy Nevio’s reaction made me feel.
“Damn, Rory, seeing my knife sticking out of your tight pussy makes me horny as fuck. You can hate me all you want.”
My heart pounded in my chest.
“Do you want to come all over my knife, Rory?” Nevio asked in a low, strained voice.
“No.”
“No?” he murmured. He began to fuck me slowly with the hilt. In and out, slowly, gently. The leather caressed me, the end brushed a sweet spot deep inside me, and then Nevio’s tongue brushed along my clit. My breathing hitched.
Lust dripped out of me as my body rang with sweet pleasure. I was getting closer.
I put my hand on Nevio’s head, wanting to push him away, but his lips closed around my clit and began sucking, and I didn’t.
I swallowed harder. Hating myself, hating him for what he made me lust for.
“Rory, look at me.”
I opened my eyes, and I shuddered with another wave of arousal. The intensity of Nevio’s gaze, the friction of the leather inside me, and his lips massaging my clit were all too much. My hips rocked against the knife, against Nevio’s mouth, wanting more even if it was already too much.
“Almost there,” Nevio growled. I gripped the counter as my heels pressed into the cabinet, and my toes curled. My pussy began to contract around the knife. Nevio pulled back, rubbed my clit with his thumb, his face still close to my aching flesh.
I came, my body convulsing uncontrollably. Lust dripped out of me, ran down my ass, and gathered under me. Nevio watched me with a smile that made me shiver. He leaned forward, his tongue following the trails of my arousal. I shuddered harder as another wave of pleasure captured me.
My chest heaving, I froze. Slowly, Nevio pulled the hilt out of me, causing me to tremble again. He regarded the handle with utter triumph. The leather was covered with my juices and a hint of something darker. Nevio darted his tongue out and licked the pink off. “A hint of blood.”
I shook my head but couldn’t say anything. Then he pushed to his feet and held the hilt up to my mouth. “Taste your pussy.” I parted my lips, unable to resist Nevio’s commanding tone. The tangy aroma of my arousal hit my tongue. Nevio’s gaze became all-consuming, making my core clench again, even if I’d just come hard. “Suck it clean like you’ve been dreaming of doing with my cock.”
My eyes grew with indignation. Of course, I’d dreamed about Nevio, and only very few of these dreams had been nightmares.
“Come on, Rory. Show me what you’d do to me.”
I closed my lips around the handle, took more of it into my mouth, and hollowed my cheeks as I sucked on it. I gave it my all under Nevio’s watchful gaze. Swirling my tongue across the tip of the handle, then sucking it into my mouth. How had my fury led to this?