Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Is this how you treat something pure and good? You get it all dirty?”
“Fucking right.” He spanks me again. And again. “I keep telling you, feather. I’m going to be your downfall. I’m going to turn you into something twisted. And by the time I’m done, you’ll be moaning, writhing, and begging me to keep. Fucking. Going.”
He spanks again, and when it hurts enough that I don’t think I can keep going, he plunges his fingers into my soaking wet pussy, driving me absolutely fucking crazy with pleasure.
“Please,” I moan, pushing myself into him, desperate and mindless with need. “Don’t stop.”
“You want to come, but that’s a fucking privilege you haven’t earned.” His grip tightens in my hair. One more spank threatens to send me tumbling over the edge. “I’m going to drag you into hell with me first, feather.”
“Anything you want,” I moan, aware that I’m basically begging him at this point, but way beyond caring about my dignity.
He unbuckles his belt and yanks down his pants. I yelp as he frees his cock and slowly strokes himself. My core pulses at the sight of him, so thick and long and covered in ropy veins. My mouth waters, and a little pang of fear trickles down my spine.
“You want to come?” he whispers in my ear, his cock pressing against my ass, moving down to my soaking wet slit. “Then you’re going to have to take me, baby. All of me. Every single thick fucking inch. And I’m not going to stop until I’ve gotten what I need from my wife.”
I arch into him. “Fuck me,” I plead. “God, I want it, Cormac, please.”
He snarls as he slides his tip against my aching pussy. Maybe he wants to tease me first, but I don’t give him the chance. I arch my back and push into him, and I’m so wet that he slips inside of me, nice and achingly slow.
“Fuck,” I moan as pleasure and pain burst inside me. It burns and feels like heaven as he rips me apart, spreading me wide, filling me to the brim.
“My God,” he whispers, gripping my hips and kissing my neck, nuzzling into me as he sinks deeper and deeper. “My fucking God.”
I’m mindless with pleasure as he fills me to the brim. When he pulls back and begins stroking, his hands gripping my breasts and teasing them, I don’t know how long I can take this.
He shoves his fingers in my mouth as he fucks me. I suck them and moan as he fills me, again and again, ripping into my core. We’re moving like animals now, wild and mindless, and all I want is to feel him stretch me wider and wider, to break me, to make me filthy just like he wants.
“You feel so fucking good,” I whimper, mouth hanging open. “Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”
He breathes deep as he strokes in and out and in again, going deeper and deeper. “You want to come for me, baby? You want to be a good fucking girl, don’t you?”
“God, yes.”
“You want to get this cock nice and wet with your perfect little pussy?” He pulls a wrist behind my back, fucking me harder. “You’d better take me then, you filthy fucking girl. You’d better take every inch of me.”
I push back against him, eyes rolling back as the pressure builds and builds. My core’s pulsing, and I’m right on the edge. He goes faster, snarling like a monster, and I can tell he’s losing control just like I am. Nothing matters but him between my legs, nothing but his growls and moans, nothing but his cock filling me to the brim and driving me absolutely crazy until he finally wraps one hand around my throat and pulls me back against him.
“Come for me,” he commands, thrusting deep and hard. “Come for me, feather, and make me fucking proud.”
All my triggers blow. I break and shatter as my body finally explodes. It overwhelms me, starting in my core and echoing out into my fingers and toes, leaving my cheeks numb and my ears ringing as I break and break for him. And my beast of a husband, my monster, he keeps fucking me mercilessly, growling and moaning as he does it.
He finishes as I’m peaking. I feel his warmth in me, thick and heavy, filling me to the brim, and I know this is fucked. This is all wrong. But I love it so much I can’t stop, even if I wanted to.
“Fuck, baby,” he says, shuddering his last twitching spurts between my legs. “Fuck, you’re incredible. You’re perfect. God damn, you’re amazing. You good fucking girl.” He kisses my neck, my shoulders, my back, and finally releases me.
When he slips out, I feel strangely empty.
I turn to face him, breathing hard. I feel him dripping down the inside of my thigh. His face is damp with sweat, and he’s so beautiful I can barely believe this is my husband. This is the monster I’m supposed to hate.