Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Her head turns as I grip her ears and push her to the ground. Her body shakes as realization dawns that this won’t be the sweet experience she was hoping for.
“Did you think I’d fuck you in a field of flowers, with daisies surrounding your head like a halo? I don’t make love. I fuck like an animal. You’ll come, don’t worry about that, but first I’ll destroy you. I’ll rip all your holes apart and ensure you remember this fuck for the rest of your life. The thought of my cock will cause a surge of fear in your veins. I’ll choke you to the brink of death. Hell, you’ll even hope for death. It might be a better alternative to my cock ravaging you with no mercy. So once again, I’m going to ask you, do you want me to stop? It’s now or never, Fawn.”
I reluctantly pull out of her warm, inviting mouth so she can speak.
“I told you. It doesn’t matter what you do to me”—she grips my cock and pulls me forward—“because it’s on my terms.”
Green fucking light.
My hips thrust into her mouth as I straddle her throat. Her face is bright red from the force, but I’m careful to push on the sides rather than the front of her throat. That’s fair game.
Spit falls from the side of her mouth, landing on the soil beneath us. Her mascara runs down her face, a complete juxtaposition to how her mother usually forces her to dress. Little Briar-rose typically looks like a pious girl in long dresses with a floral pattern and every inch of skin shielded for her own good. Her curves washed out with oversized garments meant to repel the stares of the sinful men in our world. Her virginity is a commodity to be sold and bartered.
“I never knew how hot your body was until now. Your fucking stomach, round and soft, your large tits dangling, makes my mouth water. No wonder they want you so much. You’re the type of toy men dream about.”
She takes a large inhale when I pull out of her mouth to adjust myself. Her reprieve doesn’t last long when I stuff my cock back into her mouth, and she gags. This position is supposed to be easier for her to deep-throat, but her lack of experience makes this a daunting task for her.
I grip her thick thighs and shove her legs open wide to my gaze. Her plump, pink pussy makes my mouth water. My fingers dance around her entrance, and her panties become soaked with her arousal. My tongue darts out, and I lick up her slit, tasting her on my tongue. Fucking paradise. If someone were to ask me what my favorite flavor is, it would be her cunt juice.
“Fuck, Fawn, you taste so damn good.”
My chest tightens at the realization that, once again, I’m hooked on a drug, one I’d do anything to feel surging through my veins. She’s a complication in every single way, and if I’m not careful, I’ll drown in my desperate need for her.
I gorge on her like a man starved, drinking her as if my life depends on it. Her hips buck to meet the tip of my tongue. I pull back and slap her clit.
She moans around my cock, so I do it again. “Are you a little pain slut, Briar?”
It’s a rhetorical question. I don’t require an answer because the fun is in discovering exactly what Briar likes and how far I can push her before she snaps. She needs to know what I am and see who she is.
I could fuck her and not care about paying attention to her body, her touch, the moans that fall so effortlessly from her lips. But I don’t want to fall off the edge by myself. I want Briar right there with me driving off the cliff. I want her panting, needy, desperate, and out of her damn mind, consumed by me. Visions of her spending nights in her bed, touching her cunt, and wishing it were my lips, my tongue, my fingers, and my cock instead.
It’s a fucked up thing to be obsessed with someone. I thought I’d erased my obsessive need for her when I went to college and started a new life without her. A surge of anger bolts through me because of my stupidity. I should never have agreed to this. My anger for myself morphs into resentment and lust, dueling each other for control. Not sure how to quench my visceral passion, I bend my head, grip her clit between my teeth, and bite.
Pain on my cock. My little Fawn bit me. “Do you think that’ll do anything to me, Briar? You hoping it will make me stop?” I push back and gag her some more. “I like pain, Fawn. You can dig your teeth into my cock, flood your mouth with my blood, and I’ll still come in waves down your pretty little throat, making you choke on my cum.”