Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“I kept mine for you, too, baby,” he says, gruffly, staring down at my nude body in awe. “But that doesn’t make me a good man. I’m worried it means I won’t be able to control myself.” Slowly, his fingertips trail up the center of my body and he wraps a meaty hand behind my neck, his thumb massaging my throat, his manhood pulsing between my legs. “I don’t deserve this. You. You should be wrapped in silk in a palace somewhere. Not lying here with your legs spread open for a beast.”
“I don’t want to be anywhere else,” I whisper, shaken, reaching up to run my hands down the sides of his face, wrapping my thighs around his hips as far as they’ll go. “And if you’re a beast, then you’re exactly what I want. You’re what has been keeping me awake at night, wet and burning. Make it stop.”
During my speech, he has started panting, the temperature of his skin rising several degrees. “Make it stop, Daddy.” On that final word, he tightens his hold around my throat and I sob, a spasm running through my intimate muscles, setting loose more moisture, which he grinds into eagerly. Roughly. And then he releases my throat, reaches down and guides himself to my entrance, the bulbous head of his shaft stretching me, his huge, hairy thighs chafing the smooth insides of mine. “Never been near a pussy before, but even I know this one is young. How old are you?” He grits out a curse. “Sweet Jesus, should have asked before. No matter what you say now, it’s going in. Every filthy inch. I can’t stop now.”
“I’m a big girl,” I say, my upper lip curling flirtatiously.
With his eyes fastened to my mouth, he grunts, shudders, and a hot spurt of seed nearly scalds the flesh between my thighs. “Holy shit, I’m not going to make it a minute. Give me a number, Fawn. I need to know if I’ve crossed the line from monster to Satan territory.”
“I’ve been eighteen for three months,” I say, arching my back, nearly delirious with pleasure already, simply from the anticipation of this man taking full ownership of me. “Every one of them was spent waiting for you. Please. I’m aching all over. Make it stop, make it stop.”
“God forgive me,” he rasps, working his stiffness deeper into my body, before sliding a hand under my buttocks and holding my right cheek in a tight grip. Positioning me, keeping me steady. Then he stamps his mouth down over mine, hot breath coming out his nostrils in rapid succession, his sweat dripping onto my skin. And he slams forward with a yell, catching my shrill scream in his hard mouth.
There was no other way to break through my barrier or get the bulky size of him through my untried channel. I know that.
But my stories never describe the pain accurately. Or in major detail.
It’s an invasion. The wind is knocked out of me, discomfort blooming between my legs, the stretching sensation so much more intense than I expected it to be. Yet his ample weight is pinning me to the seat and he’s so unbelievably hard inside of me. An animal following his instinct to mate. I’m being taken by my giant. Finally. It’s such a relief to be his sacrifice that I overlook the throbbing ache and the discomfort fades into an afterthought. Especially compared to the utter bliss on his face. The dropped jaw and glazed eyes. His rattling breaths.
“Can’t believe…” he starts, struggling through an inhale. “Can’t believe this is real. I felt that cherry pop, little girl. I fucking felt it. Made this pussy mine.”
“Yes.” Ignoring the twinge deep beneath my belly button, I roll my hips upward, rejoicing in his guttural moan. “You made me yours. You own me, now play with me.”
His flesh swells inside of me, tremors coursing through every giant inch of him. “You can’t be used to me yet. You can’t be real.”
“I could say the same thing about you,” I whisper against his mouth, teasing his lips with my tongue until he parts them, letting me lick into his mouth, my hands sneaking down to the thick slabs of his butt, purring and yanking him deeper. “But you’re too huge and hard and deep to be anything but real.”
“Ain’t going to make it but a minute,” he heaves, face screwed up with an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain. “Should have licked your pretty cunt. Hell, I can’t last long enough to make you come. I’m already dripping all over that womb, baby.”
I bite my lip playfully, watching his hungry reaction as I trail a hand down my stomach and start to fondle my clit. “I’ll help, Daddy.”
The animalistic sound he makes could have come from the surrounding forest. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Such a hot and horny little thing. So motherfucking tight around my dick.”