Fifty Shades of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde Read Free Book Online Page A

His strength was impressive, and if he were to really let go, he could go to marvelous lengths. He was still operating with a good deal of self-restraint, Helen sensed, probably due to the smallness of the carriage, and so she refused to allow him to overpower her. She fought back, slamming him into the door. She circled his tongue with hers, their mouths enmeshed, then she bit down on his lip hard. Harder. A whimper escaped him, brief and muffled. He buried his head in her neck, and fixated there, began to suck with ferocity, rubbing her breasts. Helen tossed her head back and moaned.
    â€œBite me,” she commanded.
    There was a brief moment of hesitation before he sunk his teeth into her, biting as hard as she’d bit his lip, only he didn’t let go, keeping his teeth clamped to her neck, while his hands rushed through the complicated affair of undoing her corset, tearing her loose with the one snatch. Helen brought her hands to his scalp and tugged his locks of lush blond hair by the roots. Each time she tugged, he kissed her more forcefully, but when she pulled so hard she felt a hair snap, he slapped her hands away and seized her hair by the bun and yanked it loose. She spread her legs apart, and he pushed himself against her, his cock lunging. She ran her hands down his shirt, popping the buttons. She unfastened his belt and pants and, while fondling his massive erection with both hands, slid her knickers down. All the while, the carriage, gaining speed, bobbed and bounced on the uneven cobblestone.
    She sunk to the floor of the carriage where the rocking was more intense. She kept a one-handed massaging grip on his heated, throbbing cock while bringing the other hand to her mouth, where she licked it, pooling spit in her palm. She brought the moistened hand back down his cock and glided her fingers loosely around it with ease. Dorian closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy. She moved her hand faster, jerking the skin around his cock back and forth, and tightened the pressure of her thumb at the base of his cock. The rhythm intensified, his cock quivered and lunged. Seeing that he would explode into her hand at any moment, Helen abruptly let go.
    Dorian gasped and opened his eyes. He glared at her with animal hunger, panting.
    â€œWhat?” he said. “Why did you—?” His good manners stopped him, so he was unable to complete the sentence.
    â€œWhy did I stop rubbing your cock?” asked Helen.
    Dorian was silent.
    â€œIf you’re so eager to come like a schoolboy, why don’t you finish the business yourself like a schoolboy would?”
    He didn’t utter a word, and for what felt like the first time since she was a girl, Helen found herself unable to read the expression on the face before her. There was the let-down, of course, as he held a terrific erection in his agile hands. And there was anger—that she’d taken him this far only to abandon him so close to the end. But there was vacuousness, too. His eyes, so many shades of gray, were strangely devoid of feeling. They bore through her, so hollow and with the power to hollow out everything they set sight on. Helen felt her soul emptying, offering itself to him. The sexual ache in her crotch flared, and dripped warmly on the cool leather seat.
    As if possessed, she lifted her skirts and leaped onto him. In a hurry, she fit herself onto him. His cock filled her up. So large, it pushed against the walls of her vagina, probing unexplored zones of pleasure. As she began to grind, she felt a delicious sensation—that if he took full advantage and rammed into her as far as he could, he could break some virgin remnant within her. She straddled him tightly with her thighs and moved slowly up and down. Delight swelled inside her. Dorian held her sternly by the thighs, rocking her back and forth. His eyes rolled into his head, and, moved by a bizarre tenderness toward him, this new creature of pure beauty and the ability to