Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
He jerks back, and I roll away. Freedom! I stagger to my feet and fly a few steps, only to trip over a rock. Something twinges deep in my ankle. I ignore it and limp three more steps before I get sacked again. This time, he lets me bear more weight. I thud to the ground, the wind knocked out of me.
Now he’s got me. Now he’s got me.
He’s so heavy I feel crushed. I cry out, and he lifts off of me enough to let me breathe.
“Mmmm, good bunny.”
“Get off!” I go crazy, striking out with elbows, feet, anything I can. I might as well be beating a wall. He’s all hard muscle, and his scent covers me, a manly musk that actually smells good.
He seems content to lie here on top of me, pinning me to the ground with his weight. There’s a club at my back, and I have the awful suspicion that it’s his dick. He grinds it into me while burying his face in my hair.
Yep, that’s his dick. And it’s huge.
How the hell am I going to take that and survive?
He eases his full weight off of me, and his hands are everywhere, roaming. “You’re so soft.”
“Screw you.”
“Mmm. I will.” He finds my right breast and squeezes, plumping it in his hand. My arousal rises so fast that I gasp and claw at him to escape the pleasurable sensation.
He flips me over, takes both my wrists in one large hand, and pins them over my head. His lower half covers my legs so I can’t kick. Now I’m naked and spread out, at his mercy. His eyes are the only thing I can see of his face, and they bore into me. The sight of the executioner’s hood makes me panic all over again, but my body is still responding to his deft touches.
“Are you wet for me, bunny? Shall I check?”
I snarl but can’t stop him. He slowly slides a hand down my front. He doesn’t seem to mind the mess of leaves and mud. If anything, it excites him.
He reaches my pussy and hums. He’s found my secret. I am soaking wet. He touches me with clever fingers, finding my clit and rubbing the right spot. He alternates a light touch with a rougher massage that makes me wild. The fact that he’s restraining me only makes my core tighten more. After a minute, my orgasm is ready and roaring at the gates.
But I’m not going to make it easy on him.
I rise and try to bite the arm holding me down.
“Feral little thing.” He thrusts two fingers into my mouth, and I clamp my teeth on them, but he just laughs. “Fight me all you want, little red.” He pushes his digits further into my mouth, triggering the reflex at the back of my throat. I gag, saliva pouring into my mouth. “You’re not going to win.”
He pulls his fingers out, giving me a reprieve. But then he’s stroking between my legs again, one thumb near my wet sex, the rest of his fingers delving between my ass cheeks.
“No,” I yelp.
He chuckles darkly and smacks the side of my ass hard enough to make me still. “I own this now.”
I freak out, flipping to my belly and making one last-ditch effort to crawl away. He drags me back and pins my arms apart. “We don’t have to do this the easy way.” He kicks my legs open and forces his knees between them. “I prefer it the hard way.” His hood drapes over the back of my head. He’s so big his body blankets mine. “And I’m beginning to think you prefer the hard way, too.”
I try to buck him off and only succeed in rubbing my ass against his crotch.
He chuckles and releases my arms long enough to unzip himself. I struggle, but his weight has pinned me, and all too soon, he’s setting his cock at my entrance. He rubs it there, and I freeze like a deer in the hunter’s sight. He’s going to take me now. No more preparation. No condom, no lube. He doesn’t need the latter, and I agreed to the former. I have an IUD, and the club tests both of us to make sure we don’t have STDs.
The head of his cock presses inside. I moan at the stretch. It hurts, and I want more.
His first thrust has me seeing stars. I’m cumming, clawing at whatever I can touch and thrashing underneath him. He growls and grips my arms, pinning me as he fucks me into the cold ground. I scrabble at the dirt, trying to find purchase. It’s rough and primal, with the leaves in the trees hissing overhead and the moon a silent witness to our depravity.
His cock bottoms out, bumping my cervix, and I orgasm so hard light supernovas behind my eyes. It’s been too long—years—since I’ve been with a partner. Years since I’ve been properly dicked down. And never like this. He hits all the secret, sensitive spots inside me. My womb quakes, and I’m drowning in wave after wave of bliss.