Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Then he sucks my clit into his mouth and penetrates me with devilish fingers that hook and skim my G-spot until I see stars. I come harder than I ever have in my life, each cell screaming with terror and a ravenous want. I cry out with the orgasm as black fear and red-hot passion fuse and tangle inside me. It’s a pleasurable anguish, an enraptured torment. I ride the stranger’s mouth and hand like a woman undone, gone mad with all-consuming crazed lust.
My husband, of course, wakes at my screams. He jerks like a puppet in the bed as he realizes he’s in four-point restraints, a prisoner in his own bed.
“What the fuck, Kat?” he warbles.
“Oh, my god,” is all I can say as the aftershocks of the massive orgasm ride through me and turn my limbs to jelly. I grind into the man’s face shamelessly, letting him eat my orgasm like a hungry demon lover.
A wild slap resounds against my naked pussy. “There’s no god here to help you, Princess, but the devil will gladly make you come again.”
The dark shadow rights himself and grins. It’s Heath, his mouth slick with my arousal, his erection immense and spotlighted in the moonlight, the colossal, helmeted tip pearlized with his cum.
“Hey, Eddie,” he rasps. “I didn’t invite you to my party. I doubt you’ve ever been man enough to make her come like that. You see how wet she is for me?” He wipes his lips like he’s just savored a watermelon. “That’s what a real man can do. It’s too bad you’ve never been more than a sniveling little boy. A brown-noser, a sycophant doing all you can to get the Shaw’s to notice you.”
Heath lunges forward and grabs my hair, yanking my head to his straining cock.
“You want to suck me off, Kat? Show Eddie here how much you crave my cock when you can’t stand his?” he asks me, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes.” I nod. I feel like a puppet, too, and could not even support my head if I wanted to, with my hands bound to the bed frame.
“See, old pal. That’s how it’s done,” he tells Eddie.
Heath maneuvers my head in his big palm and plunges his raging cock into my eager mouth. I suck like a pornstar, hungry for his erection, reckless with need. He gags me with his monstrous hard-on, and I choke on it gladly until the saliva at the back of my throat begins to spill between us.
“Such a good cock whore, baby,” Heath praises me. “Look at her taking my cock, Eddie. How eager she is to be my slut. That’s right, gag it all down for Daddy.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch my husband’s erection grow huge and grotesque, like a pillar between his legs. He jerks and bucks in need, unable to pleasure himself or get friction on his cock.
“Eddie likes it,” Heath says. He pulls at my head, brutally fucking my mouth like a barbarian, and I love every second of it. I want to swallow his cum, drink it down in front of Eddie. “You like it, too, you little minx, Kat.” He reaches his other hand up my nightgown and cups my pussy hard, which is drenched in my desire once again. “I’m fucking this next,” he says breathlessly.
Eddie groans. I’ve never seen him so turned on—the pervert, not with his stupid rape fantasies, not even when he rapes me for real.
Heath pinches my nipples, and another orgasm rolls through me, strong enough to take my breath away and make my head swim with confusion. He flips me in a single movement, and I realize the bindings are somewhat soft and slack. With a hand under my stomach, he yanks me upright on all fours. Then his giant cock is filling me, my pussy gushing with arousal that drips down my thighs.
“I’m putting you this way, Kat, so you can torture him if you want to. If you want to jerk him off, go ahead. If you think he deserves your sweet lips around his cock, do it… Bite his cock off if you feel like it. I think I’d like you taking his pathetic excuse for a dick off with your teeth.” His voice comes measured and choppy as he thrusts into me hard enough to make all my flesh reverberate with his pounding.
“Oh, fuck, Kat, please!” Eddie pleads. He thinks he’s won the lottery, that I’m about to give him a million-dollar blow job like the one I just gave Heath.
“Fuck you!” I hiss.
“Baby, you’re so tight, so fucking soft, so perfect. My cock fits so perfectly in your sweet cunt as if you were made for me,” Heath coos as he fucks me. “This ass, this wet pussy. Eddie, how does it feel to know she’s never creamed for you the way she does for me? Did you hear her scream? Do you know how much she wants me?”