Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I squirm more from the intensity of Ark’s watch than the heaviness of his cock when he braces it at the opening of my pussy. He coats the tip with the slickness of my multiple arousals before he lifts his eyes to my face.
“I’ll go slow.” His words are a promise, not a suggestion. The thudding of the vein in his neck proves this, not to mention the glint of fear in his eyes that he’s about to hurt me. “Are you ready?”
When I nod, his soundless groan vibrates against my swollen flesh.
He massages my clit with his thumb as he slowly enters me. The burn is excruciating, as scourged as the expression that crosses his face when pain is the first emotion my body registers.
“No,” I murmur when he inches back, removing the first handful of inches he fed in. “It feels good. You f-feel good. You’re just so… big.”
Heated delight rolls through me when he places more pressure on my clit. He doesn’t move. He remains perfectly still, but within a handful of rotations, the tightness between my legs slackens, and his expression becomes less devastated.
“That’s it, baby.” I clench around him as he returns the handful of inches he stole. His muscles flex when he takes in how intimately our bodies are joined. “Accept me inside you. You’re taking me so well.”
As tremors of an orgasm surface again, I swivel my hips, riveted that something so painful can also be enjoyable. Our exchange isn’t rough and impatient. It’s slow and rhythmic, a perfectly timed embrace that shows you can lose control and still be gentle.
Ark’s control is mesmerizing. I love how he stares at me with fire in his eyes that reveals he wants to ravish me, but he will hold back his desires to ensure I am comfortable.
That proves what I’ve known since day one.
Ark is not a sexual predator.
Sex offenders are delusional with their thoughts. Their inability to self-regulate and control their impulses means they often believe they’re more important than the person they are abusing. They think their abuse isn’t harmful and that they’re entitled to whatever they want, so consent doesn’t need to be sought.
Ark isn’t doing any of those things. He’s in control; he sought consent, and instead of exploiting my vulnerabilities, he’s ensured I know I have all the power.
If I want this exchange to stop, it will happen immediately.
The unvoiced acknowledgment of that is addictive. I’ve never felt more powerful, and the confidence it rewards me with can’t be missed when I beg, “Fuck me.”
I’m almost blindsided by an orgasm when I hear the rawness of Ark’s throat in his reply. “No.”
It’s taking everything he has to hold back the urge to claim me like he’s desired since the night we met. He wants to possess me, fuck me. He wants to claim every inch of me, and I want the same. I want to give that part of me to him, and solely him.
“Please.”
My pussy ripples around him when his cock flexes before he shakes his head. Although he is denying me, his body is announcing he wants this as much as I do.
“I want to experience s-sex. True sex. I want to feel desired and wholly wanted. I want to be fucked like you dreamed about fucking me the night we met.” His pumps quicken as the air gets humid with lust. “Don’t let him take that away from me, Ark. Don’t let him win—”
My eyes roll into the back of my head when he rams into me, sinking fully inside with one fierce thrust. He’s so deep I gasp, the burn both unbearable and delicious.
“Mara,” Ark moans, driving in deeper, pushing just past the threshold of pleasure to pain. “You feel so good. So tight. You take my dick so well.”
Every muscle in my body tenses as he pumps his fat cock in and out of me in a steady yet timed rhythm.
Over the next several minutes, I can’t look away, captivated by how he knows exactly which buttons to push to take full control of my body.
I’m mindless with need when he hooks one of my legs over his back so he can both take me deeper and rejoin our mouths. He spears his tongue inside me, its plunge as deep and exploring as his thick cock. I’m sore from how deep he is taking me but fascinated that it isn’t a painful ache.
Nothing this good could ever be classed as painful.
Pleasure spreads through me as I moan into his mouth. I’m covered in a slippery layer of sweat. Even Ark’s shirt is damp, and my vision is hazy.
I am on the cusp of another orgasm and unashamed to admit it. “I’m… I’m…”
While rolling his hips in a way that drives me crazy, Ark says, “I know.” I cry out when he grinds his hips against mine, loving the spasms it rewards my clit with. “You get tighter when you are about to come. You’re strangling my cock.” His lust-strained voice is capable of making me come. “Look…”