Rough Sara Fields (good books to read txt) 📖

To imagine what it would feel like to throw her up against the wall of my shower and thrust every last inch of my cock in her slick-soaked cunt. To feel the way her body would squeeze tight around my thick length at the same time that she struggled to take it. To hear her scream my name again and again with every brutal climax that I forced from her willing body.

My fingers worked up and down my shaft even faster, but I didn’t rush it. No. I’d allow myself to think of the intoxicatingly beautiful woman all I wanted and then I’d never think of her again.

I told myself that over and over even though I knew it was a lie.

I wanted to take her nipples between my fingers and pinch them. I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her bare bottom bright red until she was sore and soaked with her arousal. I wanted to mark her with my belt so that no man other than me would ever touch her again.

I groaned.

My cock was so impossibly hard. I squeezed my fist around it even tighter, stroking up and down the entire length. The heated water rained down my back and the muscles of my back tensed as pleasure rattled deep inside all the way to the pit of my bones.

What would she sound like when she took my knot? Would she cry out with desire? Would she come the moment my seed marked her pretty omega cunt as mine? Would she beg me for more?

I worked my cock with my fist, taking my time and enjoying the enticing fantasy of her naked on her knees, begging for my seed deep in all of her tight little holes.

Of her screaming my name.

Of her bound to my bed.

Of my mark on her neck.

I growled and stroked my cock in a frenzy. Finally, when I couldn’t hold out any longer, my thick cum spurted down into the swirling water and into the drain beneath my feet. I came harder than I thought possible and watched with a warped sense of awe as one spurt after another of my seed washed away, wasted because it wasn’t marking her skin.

I felt sated, but there was a part of me that felt empty and unmistakably hollow.

Until the next time.

I sighed, caving my shoulders forward. For now, this would have to do.

With my most urgent need sated, I could get my head back on my shoulders, although I couldn’t help but wonder how much longer it would be until I lost control like that again.

I feared it would be with her still in the room.

Chapter 5

Ariana

I woke up naked, in a strange bed and an unfamiliar room. The mattress was soft, made of incredibly plush feather down that befit the luxury a member of royalty was used to. I curled the covers up around me as I looked around the room. It was simple. There was a glass window framed in a thick wood lattice and beneath it were a table and two straight-backed chairs. There appeared to be an attached restroom and a closet. Inside it were a number of simple dresses like the one that had been given to me the day before.

The one that had been ripped from my body by the king. The man who was meant to be my alpha.

I swallowed anxiously, searching the room for his presence. There was almost a sense of disappointment that settled deep in my heart when I realized that I was alone. My stomach growled and I finally pushed the covers out of the way to grab a piece of fruit. I chose a massive golden apple and took a bite, groaning as the delectable juices practically poured down my chin. I rushed to cup my other hand beneath to catch the runoff. I was so hungry that I ate the whole thing and when I was finished, I licked each finger clean. I poured a glass of water and tipped it up to my lips. Surprised to find that it was still cold, I drank every last drop.

When I finally felt sated, I walked into the restroom and washed my hands, using the lemon-scented bar of soap that had been left for me. There was a massive carved stone tub with running water, and I looked at it longingly. It had been ages since I’d taken a bath and I brushed my fingers against the hard rock, wondering if I would be able to take a chance to enjoy it.

I walked back into the room. It was L-shaped and when I turned the corner, I discovered a small library with the most comfortable reading nook I’d ever seen. I reached out to touch the spines of the books, reading some of the titles and finding a range of topics from romance to history to even prophecy stacked on the dark wood shelves.

I walked back toward the bed and into the closet. I pulled a soft ivory dress free and wrapped it around my naked body. I stepped into a pair of fur-lined slippers and sighed in pleasure at the soft warmth. I approached the bedroom door and grasped the doorknob. I tried to turn it, but it didn’t budge.

I was locked inside.

I’d traded the cold dank dungeon for a fancier cell in the castle.

With disappointment, I released my hold on the door and walked over to the window, looking out at the city instead. It appeared to be a normal day. People were walking the streets or driving their horse-drawn carts to sell their wares at the markets. There were some with food, others with cloth, and even more with weaponry of every kind. The people of Kingsworth went on their business unaware of the darker underbelly of the city. The Cult of the Blood Moon held power here. It was they