Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Oh god. I can’t. It’s too much.” I can feel my snatch trying to close up and push him out, but I look anyway. My nipples are getting harder as I look at what he is doing to me. “Too hard. Royce…”
“You see, beautiful,” he says between breaths as his body drips sweat. “Fuck. Look at you greedy girl. Yes you can. You can take all of this. Be a good girl and open up.” Is he serious? If I open up anymore he will come out of my esophagus. “Shit. I can’t hold on.”
He leans back and batters into me like his life depends on it. My nails dig into his skin and the hiss that leaves his mouth followed by the speed with which he fucks me is brutal in the most beautiful of ways. I can feel the orgasm just on the edge and then it explodes. His finger finds my already swollen clit and pinches it. My life flashes before my eyes and I scream so loud I think I am going to have no voice. I am dead and boneless.
“Royce.” I am reaching for him, groaning as he pulls out of me. “That was amazing. I have never felt so close to anyone.” He smiles and bends down, kissing me.
“It’s not over, baby,” he says against my mouth.
“What?” Surely he can’t mean we are doing this again right now? But he has other ideas.
“Get on your knees and turn around, gorgeous. I need to be deep inside you.” How much deeper can he get?
“Trust me you were deep. I’m pretty sure you rearranged some organs.”
He chuckles and sucks my tits into his mouth. “There is no way this was going to be a one and done situation. I plan to make the most of tonight before we figure it out tomorrow.” The way he says it makes me feel like there is a chance we can be something more. “Now, on your knees, face in the pillow.” Why does that make me horny again? Slowly I follow his instructions, conscientious of the view and slightly embarrassed. “Look at those hips. So wide. Perfect for bringing life into the world.” What the hell? I turn my head to ask him what he means when he lifts me up, putting me like he wants me.
“Royce,” I say his name unsure of the position and his comment, but his next words stop the doubts.
“Fuck you’re such a good girl. You listen so good, baby. Oh yeah. Look at that ass.” Smack. Smack. I push a back against his hand, the pain is sending flicks of electricity straight to my clit. “Damn your ass looks good red from my hands. Like I own you.” He whispers in my ear. My mind alerts me to his words and how they should be freaking me out, but the crazy thing is it is doing the opposite,
“Yes,” is all I can say. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit. The stinging in my ass is giving me a new feeling, nothing like when my dad or James hit me. No. This is filled with desire and a need to make me feel good. His other hand is pulling my ponytail, my neck bent back as his cock slams in and out of me, smacking my ass while I bounce back against him over and over. My stomach is aching from how deep he is. “So deep...so deep… don’t stop.” Smack.
“Fuck. Shit. Your pussy is so swollen it’s squeezing my seed from me.” Oh hell. I should tell him to pull out but then I will lose the feeling of being full and taken. I’m not ready yet. Then he bends to my ear and takes the choice away. “I’m not pulling out. It's going right where it should be.” Alarm bells start ringing right before he grips me so hard I know his marks will be on me in the morning. “Just once is all it is going to take.,” he groans. I am not sure what he means mostly because I am so busy chasing these orgasms I can't think.
Faster and faster he bounces me on and off and then he roars so loud I think he shakes the trailer. I feel his heat spill inside of me and that is all I need to come. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” I scream before my body gives in and I begin to shake like I have been deprived of food and water. I fall face first into the pillow and groan. “I am dead.” There isn’t an alive muscle inside of me anymore. He chuckles behind me before turning to look at me.
He falls next to me, and we simply stare at one another, letting our eyes do the talking. I use this time to really look at him. His chocolate eyes are looking right into the inside of me, and it is both scary and comforting. Someone sees me. He pulls me into his arms, and I lay my head on his wet chest.