Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Are you afraid?”
“I just need to be logical about it,” I say, nervously blathering the last thought in my head.
“Logical about what?” Wrath asks the question with no small amount of amusement.
“About your cock,” I blurt. “I don’t see how it fits. I can’t possibly have that much spare space inside me. There’s no way. It wouldn’t be economical.”
“Economical,” Wrath smirks.
He takes me by the hands and clasps both of my palms to his cock, inviting me to touch him again. I feel the throbbing heat of him in my fingers, the way his member twitches as if it were somehow separately alive.
The big saurian beast is so sensitive. I hear him groan, and when I look up at him, I see his eyes half-closed, as if he is deeply enjoying the moment. My touch is affecting him very deeply. I am giving him pleasure, even though I am exploring him rather timidly.
“Don’t be afraid. You cannot hurt me.”
I’m not afraid of hurting him. I’m afraid of getting hurt myself. I’m afraid of how large he is and how potentially brutal he could be. I’m afraid of being used for my body and discarded afterward, when I have been broken on his body.
“You could hurt me, though.”
“I could, but I will try not to. I think it would be best if I laid on my back and let you guide yourself down onto my cock.”
His words thrill me, as do his actions as he takes me by the hand, leads me to a bed which is already prepared for whatever unfortunates might be stuck down here, and proceeds to lie down on his back, hoisting me up above him.
I let the blanket fall, my naked curves exposed as I spread my legs on either side of his thick waist.
“Tell me how you have been fucked before,” he says. “Were you married?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I wasn’t married.”
His big, scaled hands cup my ass and pull me forward so the underside of his ridged alien cock is pressed against my wet pussy. It feels good and ominous at the same time, as if I am about to be fucked in a way I have never been fucked before.
“Was it a dalliance?”
“It was survival,” I admit. “I was… there was a time… I needed money.”
Admitting that fact makes me absolutely burn with shame. I thoroughly expect him to reject me, to push me away from him, and to send me to my death, probably. Males don’t love whores.
“You sold yourself,” he says, drawing me gently back and forth along his cock, using the wetness I am generating to coat his hard saurian ridges in my personal lubrication.
“Captain Sullivan rescued me from an angry client. He wanted his money back. He was going to kill me for it. She killed him first. Then she told me that it wasn’t my fault, that I’d been left with no way to support myself, even after everything that had happened to me…”
“What had happened to you?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
He pulls me all the way up to the end of his cock, so the throbbing head of his alien dick is pulsing against my tender clit.
“I don’t remember everything about my life. There are gaps.”
“I see,” he says, his big hands grinding me in slow circles, so my slit spreads open around his cock.
“You don’t have to fuck me,” I say. “I know it’s…”
“What?” He stills me for a brief moment.
“I know it makes me worthless,” I say, just barely choking the words out. I’ve heard them before, echoing in my mind. That’s what everybody thinks about desperate women, as far as I know.
“Worthless?” Wrath’s brow rises. “Sweet little human, I am not trying to extract value from you. You are priceless.”
He slides me up and back and his cock rises against my pussy, and… I feel him enter me for the first time. My pussy spreads wide for him, and the thick tip of his massive cock head slips inside me, pushing past that rebellious muscle and making me stretch for him. I cannot believe this. Not only does he not judge me for my past to the extent he has not so much as missed a beat or considered it something he had to think about, he wants me as much as ever.
“Good girl,” he growls softly. “You’re such a good little mate, aren’t you? This pussy is so wet and ready for me.”
His praise makes me blush with pleasure. I am wet and ready for him. I am willing to be fucked by him. I want his cock as deep as I can take it. I want him to claim me completely.
“There might have been others before me,” he growls as he starts to work me down on his cock. “But there will be no others after me. This naughty pussy is going to be used only by me.”