Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Oh my god. He’s unbuttoning the front of his shirt now. Little by little, his chest is coming into view. He has a thick dark pelt of hair, but I can see the muscularity underneath it. He is hard. Every part of him is toned and fit. He must work out a lot. He’s giving me Wolverine. He’s giving me Witcher in the bathtub. He’s giving me every hot guy I’ve ever seen all wrapped up in one. There’s something superhuman about his physique and his presence. As he comes into view, bare chest, hard torso… his hands go to his pants, and that’s when all thought leaves my mind.
His cock springs out. Long. Hard. Real.
I’ve seen men’s parts before, of course. In videos and such. Or when young men came running by, flashing as they jumped into the local swimming hole. None of those brief flashes or image representations prepared me for the reality of a rampantly aroused male member belonging to a man like this.
I am awed, and I am a little afraid. It looks so much bigger than I imagined. So much longer. How will it all fit inside me? The logistics of sex suddenly seem impossible to me. He’s huge.
He’s monstrous.
“Don’t be afraid,” he murmurs. “This is all for you.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
He kisses me again, moving a fraction closer as he does. All the muscles in my lower stomach tighten as I feel the length of his cock pressed intimately against my wet pussy. He’s just there, thick, long, and hard.
He feels so good, and my desire is growing again. I didn’t know it was possible to want him more than I already did, but now it feels like I would do absolutely anything to have his cock inside me, to feel the heat of him going deep into me.
“Please,” I whimper again.
He flexes his hips, grinding up against me. I grind back, making my hips gyrate. This feels good, but it’s not enough. I feel like nothing is ever going to be enough. I want him so badly it almost hurts.
I feel the head of his cock bumping up against my clit. Every time it makes contact, I feel a little spark go off inside me. He’s driving me wild, making me feel less like a human and more like an animal, some female in heat who just needs to be bred.
He takes his mouth from mine and moves his lips to my ear. He suckles lightly on my earlobe, making a whole new erogenous sensation flow through me. At the very same time, as my desire is peaking from what feels like a hundred different directions, he pulls his hips back just enough to drag the head of his cock down my pussy, the head of him finding the place where I am open for him.
He pushes up inside me, spreading me around his flesh. Making my body his body. As he slides into me, he purrs one word in my ear.
“Mine.”
He claims me with that word and with his cock. I feel the short, sharp pain of something giving way inside me, and then he is deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I look at him with wide eyes, my mouth falling open in an ‘O’ of desire and surprise.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You’re taking my cock so well. You feel so good. So perfect.”
I feel myself melt in the glow of those words, and then sink into the pleasure of making love.
Perched on the edge of the desk, my legs spread wide around his waist, he fucks me with long, firm strokes, every single one of them more pleasurable than the last. I cling to his shoulders, and I let him take me. I surrender to him, to his body, to his desire.
As the pleasure grows, I feel as though I am going to come out of my skin. All sorts of appetites are starting to emerge from me. I don’t want to just sit here and be fucked. My instincts demand I return the energy.
Next thing I know, I’m biting him.
I don’t know why. I just do. A circle of blunt teeth appears on his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry!” I gasp, immediately apologetic.
He snarls back and returns the bite, but not on my shoulder. He pulls his cock out of me, flips me over onto my stomach, bites the back of my neck and sinks his dick deep inside me. Pinned against the desk by his teeth, and filled with his cock, I utter a sound of satisfaction so primal, I don’t recognize it as myself.
Cain reaches down below my belly, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing me in rough circles. He’s no longer making tender love to me. He’s fucking me like I’m a bad girl. Like I’ve done something wrong and he’s punishing me just a little.