Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
His voice turns gravelly as he says, “Fuck, Parker.”
I can feel his swollen head prodding my pussy. He pushes against me harder, faster. My breaths come in short, fast bursts as my body is bounced back and forth against his dick. The friction lights my blood on fire. I’m so hot as I hold on to the couch, feeling my pussy part to take him as he shoves against it. Feeling a desperate need building from the friction of him rubbing against me.
No!
I try to get over the arm so I can crawl away from him, but he doesn’t let me. As soon as he feels me trying to crawl away, he drags me back, driving forward and grinding his cock into me harder, holding it there so I can feel the threat of penetration more keenly.
“Keep trying to get away from me, and I’ll take your fucking mouth instead.”
His words paralyze me.
I don’t want this, but I don’t want that more.
It shouldn’t feel worse being given a choice—if you can consider that being given a choice—but it does. It makes me feel complicit in this filthy act that he literally forced me into. It’s not fair, but he doesn’t care about that. He’s telling me my options—let him use me to get off and he won’t penetrate me, or fight him and he makes it ten times worse.
I don’t doubt his ability to do it. I don’t doubt the likelihood of him following through, either.
So, I know my odds, and I’m not willing to gamble with the outcome.
My stomach rocks as my nails sink into the soft fabric covering the couch. I squeeze my eyes shut and tell myself it can’t last forever. It will be over soon. I just have to get through it and then he’ll let me go.
“Good girl,” he murmurs almost soothingly as his hand caresses my ass. It’s a fleeting, depraved gesture of comfort that makes my heart sink, then I hear his zipper.
Panicked, I start to raise up off the couch. “You said—”
He pushes my face back down into the cushions. Panic seizes me and I start to fight again, but his previous words rush in and I manage to override the instinct.
I don’t know if Landon’s word means anything. He tricked me at the party when he made me bargain with him and then after I kissed him, he still went for more.
But realistically, I’m at his mercy.
He’ll take whatever he wants to take because he knows I won’t fucking scream, and I certainly don’t possess the physical strength to fight him off.
I have to hope his word means something and vow to never let him get me alone like this again.
Reality whispers across my mind, determined to dash my hopes with the solemn reminder that this is only the second week of senior year. The beginning of the second week.
It feels different this time when he pushes himself against me. I don’t have to look to know he’s taken his cock out. My shorts and panties are still on, but I no longer have the barrier of his fabric to protect me.
“Next time you think about wearing these shorts in public,” he murmurs, rubbing his cock against the soft fabric, “Don’t.”
Next time you think about being a rapey asshole, don’t, I think, but I keep my mouth shut since it’s likely to only get me in more trouble.
He simulates fucking me through my clothing for several more minutes, but I don’t start to fight until he peels my shorts down, exposing my ass in just my underwear. He squeezes until it hurts, then slides his fingers down to rub my pussy through the thin fabric.
My muscles are trembling from the strain of this position and holding back all the noises that tried to escape me as he rubbed his cock against me. I know it’s physiological and I can’t control it, but I refuse to let him get me off. I tell myself that will only make him feel better about what he’s doing, but I don’t know if he feels any shame over it. I don’t know how far gone he is.
Flashbacks from the night he broke into my house replay in my head as he fingers me through my panties. I wiggle my hips to try to get him to stop.
Then I gasp, a warm, wet sensation hitting my ass and leaking down to reach my pussy as he groans, pushing forward with one slower, longer stroke.
My heart pounds and I can scarcely breathe as I lay there motionless. The wetness trickles down my left thigh, and my skin feels so hot I think I may explode.
He sighs, a heavy sigh of relief.
I draw several loud, hitching breaths and try to ignore the reality that he just came on me.