Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
As my release built, I warned her, “You’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop.”
Looking down, I watched as the wide base of my shaft stretched her pretty pink lips until they appeared almost white. She sucked in air through her nose and gave one last gurgling sound as a single tear rolled down her cheek. It was my undoing. I pressed my hand between her head and the side of the mattress and pulled forward, restraining her as I unleashed inside her sweet mouth, coating it with my come.
My head fell back as I pumped every last drop down her throat.
Yet, still, I was hard.
In a frenzy now, I lifted her by her hair to her feet. I then pushed on her shoulders, knocking her backward onto the bed. The metal chain rattled against the wooden headboard. I knelt on the bed between her spread thighs. Placing a hand on each knee, I spread her even wider as I stared down at her perfectly trimmed pussy. I licked my lips. “My turn.”
I leaned down and feasted on her like a ravenous animal. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her scent.
“Oh, God!” she moaned as her fingers delved into my hair.
It was like hearing the voice of my own god from her lips.
I licked and laved at her clit, drawing it into my mouth to tease it with the edges of my teeth before pressing two fingers inside her wet hole. I passed the pad of my thumb over her little asshole. Her body clenched and shivered.
I flicked her clit with my tongue until her hips rose off the bed, her climax claiming her.
She fell back, sated and dazed.
Still, I wasn’t finished.
I rose up to position my body over hers, needing to feel the touch of her skin over every inch of mine. I laced my fingers through her free hand and raised it over her head to join her shackled arm. I shifted my hips.
Catherine moaned. “Please, I can’t. It’s too soon. I’m still sensitive.” Her voice was hoarse and broken from the sore throat I had no doubt given her from fucking her mouth so ruthlessly.
I gripped my cock and notched the head at her entrance. I leaned down to whisper harshly into her ear, “Oh, baby girl, I haven’t begun to fuck you tonight. Before this night is through, I’m going to whip that ass with my belt and take your mouth at least once more, but first I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She whimpered as I pressed my shaft deep inside her tight pussy.
I kissed down her throat to caress the top of her breast with my lips. Then I opened my mouth wide, baring my teeth.
Her scream of painful pleasure was lost in the chaos of a London night.
CHAPTER 13
JEKYLL
Iawoke on the floor of the lab.
Catherine!
Uncaring about how it looked, I raced across London to get to her apartment. I banged on her apartment door but there was no answer. I then tried the doorknob, but it was locked. I rattled the knob as I lifted my fist to pound on the door all while shouting her name over and over again. “Catherine! Catherine! Open up! It’s me, Jekyll!”
A neighbor opened their window and shouted down, “Shut the fuck up. Do you have any idea what time it is?”
I pointed to Catherine’s door. “I need to get inside. Do you know Catherine Poole?”
The man narrowed his eyes. “She’s my tenant. Why, what’s going on? Who are you?”
Not wanting to arouse his suspicions any more than I already had since it would be a disaster if he decided to call the police, I thought quickly. “I’m her boss, Dr. Jekyll. She might be very sick. I need to check on her.”
The man opened the window higher. “If she is then I and my wife will tend to her. Catherine is like a daughter to us, and I don’t recall her ever mentioning you.”
Flashes from last night came back to me. Each time I took the formula I remembered less and less. It was as if Hyde was slowly taking over my mind and body, controlling what I could and could not remember. Now there were flashes of skin, screams of ecstasy. The clang of metal against wood.
Fuck, metal against wood.
Handcuffs.
I reached into my vest pocket and pulled out a receipt. It was for a pair of handcuffs from a seedy sex toy shop on the way to the tube from my office.
Again, an image of Catherine sprawled naked on the bed, handcuffed to the post, swam before my eyes.
I couldn’t let her landlord see her that way. “No! You can’t!”
The man lifted up his phone. “See here, young man. I think I should call the police.”
“You don’t understand. Catherine works with me inside a laboratory. She was exposed to a potentially deadly experimental virus yesterday. She should be fine, but it is imperative that I check on her.”