I took her to settle a score. Then I claimed her as mine.
Valencia Rivera became mine the moment her father broke the agreement he made with me. She thought she had a say in the matter, but my belt across her beautiful bottom taught her otherwise and a night spent screaming her surrender into the sheets left her in no doubt she belongs to me.
Using her hard and often will not be all it takes to tame her properly, but it will be a good start…
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 80,700 words
I held my breath as he positioned the tip against my dark hole, biting back several screams the moment he slipped just inside, holding me aloft as if waiting to give me time to adjust. I clenched my eyes shut, planting my hands on his legs, my fingers just as tense as the rest of my body.
There was nothing gentle about the way he took my ass, plummeting his cock all the way inside.
“Oh… God…” My words were breathless as dazzling sensations of pain mixed with sheer euphoria, driving me to extreme nirvana. Lights shifted in front of my eyes, my vision cloudy and my mind unable to process anything but the beautiful ecstasy that rolled through my body like wildfire.
He pumped me up and down only twice, slamming me back against his legs then shifting his hand around my thigh, stroking my clit. As he swirled his fingertip around in an aimless fashion, I realized I’d dug my nails into his skin.
I could no longer breathe, was unable to process anything around me but the sheer pleasure. I shifted up onto my toes, riding him once again, the action far more powerful and wicked than before.
His dark chuckle was like a purring wildcat, the sound soothing in its complexity. I became a crazed woman, using my legs to lift my body, humping his cock as he rolled his finger around my swollen tissue. I couldn’t get enough of him, working my torso, going up and down over and over again.
He added a second and third finger, now using his thumb to drive my clit into an even more sensitive state as he pumped his long digits inside my aching pussy. I could hear his heavy breathing, knew that it was only a matter of time until he exploded into me. The very second he slid his other hand to cup my breast, I thought I would lose it. I tried desperately to hold back my raging orgasm, wanting this to last.
“Fuck, so damn tight. Hot.” His whispers were ragged, husky from lust and he peppered kisses along the back of my neck. Even as he dragged his raspy tongue up and down my prickled skin, I did everything I could to hold on.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” I heard the sounds pushing up from my tight throat, could barely think about anything but the hard fucking. The man had unchained me, opening up Pandora’s Box with his demanding needs, his dark desires. I no longer cared whether this was a sin of God or a match made in heaven. I simply needed more.
Hungered for everything the man could give me.
I worked him, moving up and down in a frantic pace and all the while his fingers worked magic, driving me close to an incredible climax then pulling back. The way he pinched my clit with one hand, twisting my nipple with the other was mind blowing. I could tell he was close to coming, knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer.
And so I squeezed my muscles.
His roar gave me a series of scintillating thoughts, all so naughty, filthy in every manner. I struggled to breathe as his fingers drove me to madness, slapping at his legs as he pushed me closer and closer.
“Please let me come. Please,” I mumbled, uncertain if I could even stop the orgasm that hovered right around the brink.
“Will you be a good little girl?” he asked.
My response was to squeeze once again. His ravaged howl was my sweet reward.
“Tell me!” he demanded.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
As he buried his face into my neck, I lost all control.
“Then come,” he commanded.