Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
I couldn’t tell if it was a demand or an exclamation. Whatever it was, I chose to take it as an invitation and dropped her down into the pine needles as far into the trees as I could in my presently over-excited condition.
I could see the road where I was at, and my bike, which meant if anyone looked hard enough, they could likely see us, too.
But at this point, with a hard, throbbing, still-wet-from-her-mouth cock, the taste of her on my tongue and the feel of her in my arms, I no longer had the control, or the will, to care.
With swift movements, I yanked both her panties and jeans down the length of her legs, and then used the bunched fabric as a handhold to roll her over to her belly.
She whipped over so fast that I had to hold in a laugh at the look of surprise on her face.
“Holy shit!” she cried out. “That was like, super-fast!”
I grunted and started to work my cock again.
“Up on your knees,” I ordered her. “This has to be fast and hard, because my bike’s hanging on to the road, and if anybody looks hard enough, they’ll know exactly what we’re doing out here.”
She got up on her knees and looked at me over her shoulder.
“Do you care?”
I grinned and lined my cock up with her entrance, moaning into my throat at the feel of her heat against the head of my cock.
“If I get caught and go back to jail, that means I won’t have this to come home to every night,” I informed her. “So yes, I care.”
Then I thrust forward, so hard and suddenly, that she squeaked in surprise.
I only got my cock halfway in before I had to pull back out, but the next thrust had my cock sinking all the way home.
No extra inches left out.
She’d taken every single inch I had to give.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whimpered.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and counted to ten as I tried to get myself under control.
“Are you okay?” I growled low in my throat.
Her pussy muscles were clenching around me spasmodically, and I was finding it hard to draw breath into my lungs.
“Yesssss,” she drew out the ‘s’ like a snake. “Pleasssssse.”
I pulled back and then thrust forward again.
But this time, she met me with a push of her own, causing me to thrust into her so roughly that I was scared that I’d hurt her.
She easily shot that worry out of the air, though, when she leaned forward, pulling her body away from my cock, and then slamming herself backwards on to it again.
She did this, over and over again, and I did nothing but watch her fuck herself with my cock.
I leaned back, entranced with the play of muscles around her ass, and the way her butt cheeks jiggled.
“I love your ass,” I told her, running one finger down the part, circling that forbidden entrance.
She mewled something when my thumb passed over it a second time.
I grinned.
“You ever had anybody in your ass, baby?” I knew the answer to that seeing as she had been a virgin.
She shook her head.
“You want me in your ass?”
Her wide, startled eyes looked at me over her shoulder, and then she started moving again.
“Yes.”
One word, but it was enough for my hand to clamp down onto her ass as need shot through my body.
How would she feel around my cock?
Certainly, she’d strangle me.
I was big. Really big.
It’d probably hurt her the first time, but not too bad.
Not if I went slow and lubed her up.
Fuck, just the thought of taking her there was enough to send tiny shocks of need shooting down into my balls.
And then she stopped.
The tiny shocks went away, and I opened my eyes to see her staring at me.
“Are you going to participate?”
I grinned.
Then I started to participate.
Chapter 22
Na^16
-Batman
Kennedy
We got back to Hostel in five hours.
Evander had stopped to feed me after two, and then we’d gotten back on the road again.
The ride was pure torture.
My knees were bruised. My vagina was sore, and each and every bump along the way reminded me of the roughness I experienced at the deft hands of the man that had declared me as his.
And I’d loved every single second of it.
I was exhausted by the time I got home, and nearly lost it when I saw my dog and my goats back where they belonged.
The only thing that held those tears in check was Evander’s arm around my shoulders, guiding me into the house and to my bedroom.
“How’d you know?”
I expected him to find out that I was gone well after I arrived at my destination—which hadn’t really been much of a destination, if I was being honest.
When he’d left, his eyes set on revenge, I’d decided that I needed to leave, too. So I went.