Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Are you sure? I think your tight little ass would look glorious with my big fat cock pounding inside of it until I explode. I’d pump your last virgin hole with every drop of seed in my balls, and then I’d watch it leak out.”
Fuck, his words are filthy, but I want them. Every single one of them. I can’t explain how much it turns me on or how much further it pushes me toward an orgasm. At this moment, with him, I want him to fuck me hard. I want him to break me into a million pieces and put me back together.
His thrusts are forceful, and the pleasure in my belly unfurls with every slap of his balls against my clit. A whimper escapes me, and I feel something cold against my cheeks, sliding down slowly. Am I crying?
"After that little stunt you pulled, I should deny you the opportunity to come, but you’re lucky I enjoy feeling your cunt clenching all around me and sucking me deeper inside.” He grunts, his movements becoming faster. “Now I’m about to explode, so you better hurry up. Make that pussy clench. Come on my cock. I need to feel you spasm all around me. Need to know who it is that owns this pussy.”
Oh god. I tighten my grip on the wooden frame holding myself in place. Every muscle in my body tightens. I’m so close. I try to press back or wiggle forward, anything to get more friction. I need it. Need him…to finish it. His long fingers weave through my hair, and he tugs my neck backward, his lips pressed against the shell of my ear.
“Come on, flower. Be a good girl, and come on my cock.”
I’m panting like a dog in heat, grinding my ass against him. His hips go erratic as his thighs shake against mine. “That’s it. Fuck, yes. I’m about to come. I’m about to fill your cunt with my cum.”
Oh god, he's going to come. He's going to come inside me without a condom on again, and nothing pushes me over the edge like that thought. Light flashes before my eyes, and I explode into a million pieces, my entire body shaking as I scream against the gag.
“So good, so fucking good.” He grunts into my hair and slams into me one more time. He holds himself there, his body flush with mine, one hand in my hair, the other pressing me hard against the glass. It hurts and feels so good at the same time, and I swear I black out for a second from the sensations.
Slowly, like a feather, I drift back down to reality. Fresh tears trail down my cheeks, and drool dribbles out the side of my mouth and down my chin. I feel thoroughly used.
Drew loosens his hold and unties the gag, and I barely keep myself upright. His arms wrap around me, and he gently lifts me, carrying me over to the bed. I’m only half coherent now, my brain unable to put together what is happening around me. I watch through an orgasm high as he slowly undresses me, his touch gentle, caring, and I can see his eyes moving over the length of my body, assessing my bruises and whatever other marks he’s left. My shoulder hurts like hell, but I don’t say anything about it.
“Stay like that,” he orders and disappears out the doorway. Without thinking, I find myself reaching for him. I don’t want him to leave yet. I’m relieved when he reappears a few seconds later with a washcloth in his hands. Easing my legs apart, he says nothing while cleaning me up. The warmth of the rag on my sensitive folds makes me shiver.
“I advise you to take some ibuprofen and a bath in the morning. You’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow.” There isn’t an ounce of regret or remorse in his voice. He’s not sorry for marking me or making me come so hard I saw stars. He’s unapologetic, and there’s something raw and deep about that.
I’d call myself crazy, but I blame my next move on the pleasure endorphins pumping through my veins at this moment. I’ve never really touched Drew, not in a simple, nonsexual way, so when I reach for him and place my own hand over the top of his, it feels strange, different.
“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep? Please?”
Drew seems taken aback by the question, and I half expect him to turn around and leave because that’s what he does. He runs and hides from anything that makes him feel something he isn’t ready to face, but he surprises me by doing the opposite.
“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely.”
Still in his clothing, which is perfectly in place like he didn’t just fuck the daylights out of me, he climbs over my limp body and slides between me and the wall. My muscles protest as I inch over to make room for his massive frame. Once he’s in place, he snakes an arm beneath the pillow and the other around me, pulling me into his chest. I grab the comforter and tug it over us. Warm and secure in his embrace, I press my ear to his chest, listening to the heavy thump of his heartbeat. The smell of sex lingers in the air but has a calming effect on me when mixed with his heady cologne.