Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Great. “Not exactly how I would have described last night. But thanks.”
Her eyes widen and she reaches out for me, placing her fingers on my forearm. A gentle touch, a loving one. It’s been so fucking long since anybody has touched me that way. If anybody ever has.
“I don’t mean we were the worst thing. I mean, I’ve been told and told and told that what happened last night, with us, that… that was the thing I was supposed to fear. But it wasn’t anything to be afraid of. It was actually,” she looks up at the ceiling and smiles a little, sighing, “It was so amazing.”
The way she says it, it’s like her head is full of romance. Softness and warmth. But as far as I’m concerned, I primal-fucked her virginity out of her. And she deserves way better than that. But there’s something nice about her not knowing that. There’s something so sweet about her gratitude for me pumping a load inside her to claim her.
Makes me wonder how her gratitude would look on her if I really fucked her like she deserves.
She scoots closer to me now, and that thing is happening again. The closer she gets, the more I lose my resolve. “Baby girl. Watch yourself.”
She stops immediately. But her pupils are dilated, her cheeks flushed. “I like that. Baby girl. I like that a lot.”
Goddamn it, I want her. It’s a primal urge. A base need. Her. Me. My cock deep inside her. The simplest thing of all.
And yet. And fucking yet.
She doesn’t know me. Not really. And when she finds out the things I’ve done she’ll probably run a mile. And I’ll chase her down because I can’t live without her, and she can cry and plead to be let go but it won’t fucking happen. I truly am a monster. I should be feeling guilty right now about being away from home, away from my brother for so long, but I’m not. He’s safe, someone is with him.
All I can think about is her.
There’s so much I want to teach her. So much I need to show her. There’s not a chance I’m going to be able to resist her. I’ve been inside her. She belongs to me. The walls of her virgin pussy imprinted on my cock. It’s simple now.
The only thing to do now is make sure she never forgets who owns her sexy little self. “You think I absolved you of your sin last night, Little Red. But just you wait. Now get up on your knees and come right here.”
She does as she’s told, no lip or sass. Too innocent to be a brat. Her bare knees peek out from the hem of my hoodie. She’s close, but not close enough, so I curve my finger to tell her closer, closer.
When she’s close enough that I can feel her sweet breath on my skin, I come up on one knee, crouching in front of her. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I hook the Y of my hand right at the edge of her jaw, drawing her neck up, keeping her spine straight and restricted.
Then with my other hand, I slip my fingers into the dark space between her legs. She’s already gushing wet, and my rough fingers part her soft moist folds. She shudders out a breath, and I draw her chin up a little further to keep her in traction. To keep her from squirming away.
I roll her swollen little nub between my fingers and she lets out a whimper. Her eyes flutter shut but I tighten my grip on her throat to keep her attention. “Eyes open, baby girl. If you break eye contact, I stop. You get that.”
She opens her eyes and swallows hard, nodding. “Yes.”
I nod down at her, feeling my balls fucking bursting with cum again. “Put your hands on your thighs, palms down. Don’t you dare move them.”
She does as she’s told, exactly as she’s told. I dip into her little fuck hole with my middle finger and it makes her shiver. “O-okay.”
“Last night, you think I took your sins from you, huh?” I change my rhythm, drawing her inner labia up against her clit, feeling her heartbeat against her tender flesh, then circling back down into her cunt.
“Yes,” she whispers, eyes fluttering. “It felt like you did. It felt like you made me pure again.”
The way her lips pucker on pure makes my cock twitch. “You’re not pure, baby. Not yet. But you will be.”
She rocks back slightly with pleasure. From where I’m crouched, I can see her toes curl. I circle back around her clit, applying pressure now on both sides with my fingers, kneading it out toward me, engorging it with blood.
“Oh my god.” Her cheeks flush even redder now, and the blush spills down onto her throat. “But how, how will you make me pure?”