Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
I squeezed my eyes shut. I shouldn’t want to feel good, but God, I did.
And when he ran his tongue up my slit, swirling along my clit, the noise did spill from me then.
“Never deny me, sweet girl,” he said against my soaked flesh. He ran his tongue up and down my pussy, lapping up my arousal. “Never deny me and I’ll give you the fucking world on its knees, bowing to you.” He gave my pussy one last lick, causing me to shiver. He rose up, moved his thumb along the pulse right below my ear, and said, “Always be my good girl and you’ll reign over it all.”
I didn’t know what that meant, didn’t know if I wanted to know.
He had his hands on my waist, and in a second he had me flipped over, my belly on the vanity, my ass popped out. God, he was so strong. Cameron had my hands still clasped behind my back with the slightest discomfort.
Everything happened so fast. My heart spun. My pulse raced.
The feeling of his warm breath on my ass had me glancing over, seeing him kneeling behind me. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and stared at what he revealed. I was dizzy, my world rocking on its axis, twisting, turning. Uncontrollable.
“You smell so sweet, so innocent, and mine.” He squeezed my flesh, a sharp sensation that claimed me, grabbed hold and wouldn’t let go. “You’re so fucking wet for me, for the fact I want to defile you, do things to you that you’ve never imagined.” He growled low in his throat, this animal feral, stalking.
He moved his lips over the top of my ass and took hold of each of my cheeks in his big hands. He just held his hands there, not doing much but kissing my flesh, running his teeth along the mounds.
“I know you hate this, that you fucking loathe the fact you’re greedy for me, your body primed, ready for my invasion.”
The cry that left me was more from arousal than anything else. He smoothed his hands over my waist, gently. But then he dug his fingers into me, making me still, holding me in place.
“Oh God.” I tried to move away from his erotically abusive mouth, knowing that I shouldn’t want this. It was this instinct in me, this fight mode that had my toes rising, my heart thundering.
“You already crave me, my touch, my mouth on you. And my cock will soon be filling you, stretching you.” He ran his teeth along my flesh, and a violent shiver worked its way through me. “My need for you, my obsession knows no bounds.”
“This is twisted, insane.”
“Sweet girl.” He was tormenting me with the promise of forced ecstasy. “Trying to fight me makes this better, turns me on more.” He groaned deeply. “I want all of you, your emotions, the sensations you feel,” he said and placed a finger by my pussy opening. “I want your words, the screams of your orgasm, the pleas for me to stop.” He pulled the digit away, never fully penetrating me, just staying right there at the cusp. “And when you beg me to stop, cry out for more, I’ll make you see that there is no end.” And then he did penetrate me, but not where I thought he would.
He moved his tongue along the secret part of me, the spot hidden until he’d displayed it, pulled my ass apart. His entire focus was there, making me squirm, making me hate myself for wanting it so much.
I was lost in the sensations, in the feeling of him running that muscle up and down me, teasing the hole, gently prodding it. He made me take it, made me want it.
With his hand on the center of my back now, keeping me there, making me accept this, I felt the air leave my lungs. I didn’t know if someone could get off from this, but the intense sensations I felt made me realize that anything Cameron did to me, I’d want ten times over.
Tears tracked down my cheeks, my emotions so turbulent I couldn’t control them, didn’t want to. The hand still holding on to my ass gave a hard, painful squeeze. Cameron licked that dark, secret place once more, then pulled away, spun me around, and stared me in the eyes. I was still crying, unable to stop.
“Maybe I don’t want this.” The sweet, salty flavor of my tears slid down my cheeks, a path of sorrow, of need. I didn’t know why I said anything, why I felt the need to kick the hornet’s nest. I cried because the emotions, the sensations were too much, too intense. He placed his hand right between my thighs, right where I ached for him.
I opened my mouth on a silent gasp when he started rubbing my clit. The pleasure built inside of me. Cameron made this deep, humming sound.