Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
He was so large that she felt tiny in his embrace. Under normal circumstances, this position would probably make her feel cocooned, cherished, loved. But something was about to happen, and she wasn’t going to like it.
Sure enough, he angled her top leg high like he had when he took her temperature. He had one arm under her neck, and he used that hand to hold her knee against her chest. His free hand came between her legs.
She gasped when he stroked through her pussy, her arousal returning full force even though she willed it not to. She was a slave to her body. Even angry, she couldn’t stop her reaction. He was also touching her with his mark. Darn him.
Wetness leaked from her channel, soaking his fingers. She started bucking against his hand, panting, and silently pleading with him to reach inside her.
Instead, he slid his fingers back toward her rosebud, and before she could wrap her head around his intensions, he pushed one of his huge fingers into her bottom.
Leah screamed. She wondered if he had neighbors and how close they were, and if they would come to her rescue if they heard her screaming.
The perverted meanie thrust his thick finger in and out of her bottom, making her aware of nerve endings she would have rather not known about. Aggravating her further, her pussy pulsed, and more wetness leaked out.
“Please…” she begged, embarrassment flooding her system. This was much worse than the thermometer. Did he realize how wet she was? Why was his finger in her forbidden hole making her wetter?
“Don’t fight it, Little one,” he whispered against her ear. “Stop trying to get away and let it feel good.”
She struggled against him to no avail. Why was he doing this? Her fury was growing. She wanted to stab him with a knife.
“Leah,” he commanded. “The battle is in your head.”
What the heck was he talking about? Battle in her head?
He kissed her neck.
She couldn’t even prevent that. She didn’t have any way to move her head. And her stupid wetness was running out against his palm. Her pussy was throbbing.
Elias suddenly added a second finger and pushed both up into her. The stretch was so tight. It burned.
“Hurts…”
“No it doesn’t, Little one. It feels naughty and wrong. There’s a difference. But your bottom will not be off limits to Daddy, and I’m going to finger you until you realize how good it feels.”
She shook her head as much as she could move it. “No. It feels icky. It’s gross. Please stop,” she sobbed.
“I will stop after you come, Leah.”
Come? She stiffened. Was he insane?
He kissed her neck again and grinded his palm against her swollen folds and her clit as he reached deep inside her forbidden hole. “I can smell your need building, Little one. It’s okay to enjoy yourself. It’s okay to feel aroused from my fingers in your bottom. You’ll learn to crave the penetration.”
He held her tighter and rolled her slightly forward, pinning her with more of his huge frame as he thrust in and out of her, deeper, faster, harder.
She tried to ignore the sensations and what they were doing to her, but she was losing the fight. She wanted him to thrust his erection into her channel—the proper one not her forbidden hole.
Panting and overheated, she let out a low moan as her pleasure built. Her body was a slave to his touch, even this most intimate part of her.
“That’s my good girl. Let it feel good. Let yourself come, Leah.”
His words were breathy. He was aroused by her. His shaft was pressing against her bottom, close to his fingers. Would he put his giant erection into her? That would hurt.
He must have sensed her concern because he commented on it. “I won’t take your bottom with my cock tonight, Leah. I’ll need to work on stretching your tight hole for a while before I can do that. For now, you’ll have to accept my fingers. Pretend they are my cock thrusting into you.”
She didn’t want to pretend any such thing, but the power of suggestion was huge, and his words penetrated her mind, causing her to feel what he demanded.
Her clit was so swollen and needy under his palm. Her bottom felt so full and tight. It didn’t hurt, but he was stretching her to the max, forcing her to like it.
She cried out as her orgasm crept to the surface. She couldn’t stop it, and she didn’t want to. She needed the release. When she came, her bottom gripped his fingers the same way her channel had earlier. The pulsing was intense. It felt totally different, like a different kind of orgasm, but just as amazing.
Sated, she stopped fighting and went completely limp as Elias eased his fingers out of her. He rolled away from her for a moment. She was gasping for air, unable to move a muscle, but she thought he was cleaning his fingers.