Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Shh,” he whispers, working his dick deeper into my pussy while probing the tight ring of my ass with his thumb. Something warm and wet hits my skin–his saliva–before he resumes gently fucking my ass with his finger. Slowly he loosens the tight ring of muscles, and I relax into his touch. My nerve endings crackle, every part of me consumed by how he works my body over. I might as well be clay in his hands.
“My dirty girl,” he chuckles once I become accustomed to the sensation and push back against him. There is no pain this time. Only pleasure, deep and dark, and so, so good. “You like having your ass and pussy taken at the same time. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“Yes… yes!” I moan, working him the way he’s working me, giving back the pleasure he so generously grants with every stroke and slap of skin on the skin when he drives himself balls deep inside of me. He’s so deep it feels like he’s piercing my soul.
“I’ll have to get you some toys,” he grunts, quickening his pace. “Have you walk around with a buttplug inside all day to get you good and ready for my cock. Fuck your pussy with a dildo while I take your ass with my cock. Would you like that?”
I’m so caught up in the pleasure coursing through me that I miss the question. My scalp stings when he fists my hair in his hand and yanks my head back. “Would you?”
“Yes!” I sob, and it’s true. The thought amplifies the heat and brings me closer to the edge. “Yes, please! Take me. Use me.”
“It’s so easy to make you beg,” he chuckles, his breath against my ear. “The things I want to do to you, little bird. You have no idea. I love seeing how much you enjoy my cock, and how fast you fall apart when I’m inside you. You become such a slut for my dick when you’re needy and racing for the finish line.”
The words are degrading, yet they hit their mark and send me leaping towards the finish line. I want the release; I need it so badly. Every conscious thought is focused on that single goal as my body works for it, my muscles clenching around Callum’s pounding dick until… until…
“Yes! Oh, God, I’m coming! Yes!” My cries dissolve into frantic gasps for air while Callum picks up his pace. His hips press against mine, and he punishes me with every thrust, almost like he hates me. Fuck, he takes me in such a savage way that the desk moves with each thrust.
“Your pussy squeezes me so tightly, little bird. I don’t think I could pull out of you if I tried. Not when my cum belongs inside you. Always inside you.”
All I can do is smile against the desk and let him use me. A moment later, he explodes letting out a roar of pleasure. I feel his hot seed pumping inside me, thoroughly warming me. The idea of him losing himself in me. Losing control.
“Fuck.” He pulls out with a groan while all I do is remain weak and trembling, lying there. At least, my body is. I wish there was a way to come so hard a person could forget everything bothering them. It’s not possible. Once I come back to reality and everything comes into focus, I’m reminded of the shit storm that is my life.
I blink back the tears that are shimmering in my eyes. I will not cry. I can’t. I need to be strong. Callum notices immediately as he helps me stand, because why wouldn’t he? The concern carved into his handsome features is the polar opposite of the dark, seething animal he was moments ago. “What is it? Did I hurt you?”
I can only shake my head. “No, that was… great. Better than great. It’s just…”
He’s going to hate me for ruining the moment. I just know it. Who wants to deal with a teary girl after something as great as what we just shared. Things are already so tenuous between us, and I did hold a gun to his chest earlier. Now, I’m unraveling into an emotional wreck.
“Come here.” He presses back into his chair, holding his arms out for me to sit in his lap. I hate how fast I climb up into his lap, feeling vulnerable. It’s like only his strong arms have the power to keep me from falling apart.
He cradles me against his chest for a short while, rocking me like a small child. I melt into him, the feeling of his warm skin against mine, the heavy thump of his heartbeat in my ear. For a second, I can forget about who killed my mom, what’s wrong with my father, and the battle between Callum and me. The only thing I feel in this singular moment is content. Joy.