Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
"Rake!"
She grabs hold of my wrist as her body turns rigid, and as my thumb presses harder on her clit, I see the exact moment orgasm storms through her, and it's the most fucking beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Her lips part in a silent cry as creamy moisture gushes out of her quivering cunt, and I savor every involuntary buckle of her body under my palm. I'm not sure if it's because she has the most deliciously sensitive flesh or she's just fucking primed for my touch, but her pleasure seems to last endlessly, and when I hear her choke my name out one last time—-
"Rake."
I realize that's who I am now.
For better or for worse, the man who was once Drake Morrison is gone, and from this fucking moment on, I am and will always be Kayra's Rake.
Chapter Seven
The pulsating pleasure between my legs makes me feel like I'm floating, and having Rake gaze down at me with such hunger only makes everything feel more like a dream.
I'm still faintly out of breath when he carefully pulls his hand out of my jeans, and I find myself thinking rather dizzily about the sheer difference between our sizes. He's so, so much taller, and so much bigger and heavier than I am, and the disparity is visible even when I'm only comparing the size of his hand to mine.
My heart races when I remember how his hand covered my entire mound with ease, and every inch of my pussy came into contact with the heat of his touch. I never thought I had it in me to cum so hard and quickly, but there really is something about this man that I find myself acting no different from any other girl.
And that's a good thing...right?
The answer to this becomes moot the moment I feel him reach for my jeans. Just one taste of pleasure in his arms already has me addicted, and instead of scrambling away I find myself lifting my hips when Rake starts yanking my jeans down my legs. A ripping sound follows, and I feel unusually but deliciously helpless when I realize I'm already naked from the waist down, and the torn scraps of my panties have already joined my jeans on the floor.
His big hands cup my knees, and my breath catches as I look back at Rake just in time to see him position himself like a stallion about to mount his mate.
The part of me that's 'almost' psychopathic has always despised feeling weak. It's made me feel I'd rather die than find myself powerless and in chains, but when I hear Rake slowly unzipping his jeans—-
'Weak' is exactly how I feel when I hear the sound, and I feel even weaker when I see how he's actually struggling to get his cock out of his own jeans.
Is it truly natural for a man's erection to be that big, or is this the product of some famous doctor in Beverly Hills? And what about his length, darn it? The amount of time it's taking him to get his whole cock out is almost laughable. Just when I think he's done, I realize he's not, and I stop counting the inches when I realize I'm past one foot.
How can something that long be real? How can a man's erection be longer than a freaking foot, and is it even possible for him to drive the entire length of his cock inside of my pussy?
The more I stare at it, the weaker I feel, and even my sanity threatens to run away when his ferociously hungry gaze captures mine...and I see him slowly start to smile.
Oh...shit.
That smile of his absolutely promises no mercy once we start to fuck, and it has my stupid cheeks so flustered I can feel them pale one second and heat up the next.
"This is going to hurt like hell, Kayra."
He starts stroking his length as he speaks, and he purrs the words out like I'm supposed to be happy that his cock will soon be charging into my pussy like some rampaging lust-crazed bull.
"And you're going to fucking love it."
I am equal parts enthralled and outraged at how he's feeling so cocky to make such a claim, but just as I raise my hands to claw his eyes out, it's already happening—-
And all I can do is cry out as his cock tears past my hymen—-
Because that's his power over me.
He makes me as human as they come, and I can't remember feeling this normal as the pain of his possession rips me apart.
"You're hurting me again!"
The walls of my pussy feel like they're about to burst open at how thick he is, and the head of his cock is already close to kissing the entrance to my womb.
Rake suddenly grabs a fistful of my hair to yank my head back, and another cry escapes me.