Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
He massaged the inside of my pussy with his fingers making me wiggle my hips.
“Stay still, slut,” he barked. Nick smeared my juiced along my swollen labia. But when he spread my ass cheeks and caressed my asshole, I stiffened.
“No, please.”
Smack.
He brought his hand down on my plump cheek. Hard.
“Oh!”
“Be still.” He stepped away, grabbing the bottle and the cylindrical object. Before I realized what was happening, I felt something cold and sticky on my anus. My body automatically resisted, but he wrapped one hand around my throat and squeezed until I could barely breathe. My loss of breath prevented me from screaming out when he shoved what I stupidly realized was a butt plug into my ass.
My first instinct was to push this foreign object out of what had never been touched in this way before, but Nick tightened his grip around my neck.
“That’s it, whore. Take it.”
Tears stung the backs of my eyes, but then Nick began to caress my ass again as he loosened his grip on my throat without completely releasing it.
My ass felt incredibly full, but as my body adjusted to the sensation, I didn’t completely hate it
“That’s it. Relax your body. Now I want you to count out ten, and if you miss the count, you will start over.”
“Wait…what?”
Nick grabbed his belt and wrapped it around his fist. He brought the belt down on the meatiest part of my bottom, but the shit still hurt.
“Son of a bitch!” I screamed out.
“What was that?”
My mind couldn’t seem to process what he was asking until he brought the belt down again, and it was then I remembered to count.
“One!” I screamed.
He spanked my ass with his instrument of torture, and I counted every single one. Tears freely ran down my cheeks by the time he reached ten. My knees threatened to give out on me, and just when I thought they would, he gripped my hips and shoved his dick deep inside my pussy.
His strokes were monstrous thrusts that shot past her cervix.
“Why do you keep bringing me to this? Why does it have to be you?”
I had the same questions, but I gritted my teeth and took his dick. It rubbed against my spot every single time making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Gripping the sheets, I tried to hold my upper body steady, but my arms wobbled and I fell forward. It, however, didn’t stop this sex demon from plowing into me like a crazed beast.
My climax snuck up on me in one powerful explosion, but Nick keep going drawing another orgasm out of me. And then another. The third one, everything went black. I passed out only to wake up to find him still going.
He beat my pussy up as if it stole his last dollar. I wouldn’t be able to walk straight in the morning; of that I was certain.
This ongoing sexual torture finally ended when he shot his seed deep inside of me.
“Fuck!” he groaned before collapsing on top of me.
We lay in this position, his resting on my back for what seemed like hours although I am sure it was only a few minutes, but in that moment, time stood still, and I could almost pretend that we still cared about each other. The truth was I had never stopped caring about him, and that was something I had to deal with.
I closed my eyes tight to hold back the tears.
“Why?” his whispered question surprised me.
I wasn’t sure what he was asking, but I didn’t have to wait long for an explanation.
“Why do I keep doing this…betraying him…with you?”
Nick rolled off of me, and I turned my body to face him. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought the suspicious gleam in his eyes were tears. I reached out to touch his shoulder, but he flinched away from me.
“Get out.”
“Nick…”
“I said get out!”
I rolled off the bed and hurried out of his room. I rushed to the bathroom so that I could close the door. As soon as I did, I crashed to the floor releasing the tears that I’d been holding back.
When would this stop hurting so much?
Chapter Sixteen
Nick
My obsession with that woman was driving me to madness.
I’d had a goal of working her out of my system by using her in every degrading way possible. I wanted her to suffer and feel at least part of the pain she’d caused me and my mother. I was a fool for telling myself that it would only take one or two times fucking her before I grew tired of her.
She had been in my home for a month now, and my need for her had yet to wane. She consumed my every waking thought, and it made me angry that she still had this power over me.