Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
I drew light tiny clockwise circles with my index finger on her clit and then flicked my wrist and plunged two fingers into her hard and fast, and fuck me but she was soaked.
When his fingers drove into me I saw white light in my mind. I was dizzy with arousal. What on earth was wrong with me? This was the enemy here. This was the man holding me captive, a man who’d been playing games with me the last few days, and who was now getting this kind of response from my body. I was mortified. Mortified didn’t even begin to describe it.
He didn’t look at me with smugness after getting his fingers into me so easily. Instead it was like someone had struck a match and his whisky-colored eyes were suddenly on fire.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he told me. And then, he kissed me. He kissed me hard, possessively, and then he was leaning over me, bracing himself in a one-handed push-up stance, and in a split second, his fingers were gone and his cock was there instead. He pushed it in hard and smiled at me.
“This?” he reached between us and rubbed my clit, “Mine.”
I tried to pull away but was stuck, restrained. Pulling only made the material cut into my wrists. He kissed behind my earlobe and grabbed a nipple and squeezed it hard. I whimpered.
“And this is mine,” he said into my ear and then sucked on my lobe while tweaking the nipple. Then he wedged that hand under my bottom and squeezed a cheek. “Your ass… your sexy little ass… so mine.”
I was breathing hard and my heartbeat was so fast. He started to pick up his rhythm and pushed hard and deep into me over and over. Then his hand caressed my face and he kissed me sweetly. “These sexy lips are mine, too.” I think I started to kiss him back, I don’t know. My head was fuzzy, almost like I was drunk or something. I felt like my body was all nerve endings and they were all buzzing, alive with sensation.
“Oh yeah, kiss me baby,” he said.
Shit, I guess I had kissed him back. Shit, shit! He was rubbing my clit again, and I started to feel the sensations rise. Oh no. I’m going to have an orgasm. And he’s going to think I like this. He’s going to think tying me to his bed is the sort of thing I like. I don’t like this, and I don’t want this, like… at all. So, why is my body responding like this? Why don’t I just spit in his face?
Maybe it was because I knew couldn’t stop my body from responding. I was suddenly limp, letting sensation take over.
I’d been fighting so hard, trying so hard to hold myself together, to think about how to get out of this in a way that wouldn’t endanger me or my dad, to not show him how weak I really felt, but right now, having my arms tied… it made it easier to deal with this. It was easier to let him make me come, because I had no choice. It didn’t make sense but it made total sense. I had no choice. He was going to make me come. The sooner I let myself feel it, the sooner it’d be over. I didn’t have to fight. Fighting was futile.
Sensation crested for a second and then came back, overflowing. I moaned hard as the shuddering sensations wove through my every cell. I went from tight and shaky to lax but still trembling because I just let the sensations take over. I gave in to it.
He started to plunge harder and faster and harder and faster still, and then he had my head in his grasp, kissing me and pulling my hair a little. And then he grunted my name as he spilled into me.
“Yeah Tia! Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned, trailing kisses from my lips to my chin, and downward until his mouth landed right on my girlie parts. He gently kissed there and nuzzled in. I was dumbstruck. He leaned up and started untying my wrists. My arms were numb. So was the rest of me.
He pulled me against him, and I started to shiver. The blankets were all on the floor. He didn’t take the shivering as a cue to get them.
“Blanket?” I rasped, my voice barely a croak.
“Naw,” he answered huskily, “You can use my body to keep warm.”
I was shivering and my teeth started to actually chatter. I think I was in shock. He pulled me tighter to his body and wrapped his arms around me. After a few minutes I actually sank into his warmth. I had no choice. I had to close my eyes and get away from these intense emotions I was having. He rubbed up and down my rear end. I had welts there and it felt bruised, hurt so much to have them touched. I whimpered.