Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
My tummy muscles tense as he does. I sigh as he parts my legs, spreading them wide so my pussy is on display for him.
I feel a little shy held open this way, but seeing the raw hunger on his face as he looks at me makes it hard to feel that way for long.
He’s on his knees now, his face between my thighs, his tongue licking its way along my entrance. I gasp at the thrilling sensation, my fingers digging into the bedding as I wait for it to delve into me.
“Your pussy was so fucking good last night,” he says before licking me again. He uses his thumbs to spread me open, then covers me with his mouth.
I breathe hard, grabbing the edge of the mattress as his tongue swipes my clit.
He pulls back and looks up at me. “I want you just like that again when I’m finished tasting you.”
He shoves a finger in me all the way to the knuckle as he resumes licking my clit. My pussy feels a little sore, but it’s easy to ignore when he’s eating me out.
I come with a cry I don’t have to smother at his house. Dare rises up, grabbing me and practically throwing me onto my stomach on the bed.
He knocks me right out of my post-orgasm bubble with the violence. At first, I think maybe he dropped me, but then he parts my thighs and shoves his cock into me so aggressively, I cry out.
My heart pounds as he forces his way deeper into my body. I try to push myself up, but he places a hand on my back and shoves me face-down into the mattress.
“Oh, fuck,” he says, driving into my pussy, not letting me move.
I’m so stunned for a moment, I can’t react. I let him fuck me, but I don’t know how to feel about not participating—and I can’t the way he has me pinned here.
My whole body is flushed, but I can’t tell why. I feel like I’m doing this wrong and I don’t want to disappoint him, but he’s not really giving me a chance to do anything. Surely this utter lack of participation isn’t what he wants.
He thrusts into me again, and maybe it’s just because my pussy is so sore, but it hurts. I try to grin and bear it, but he fucks me harder and harder, and it becomes difficult to hold in the cries.
How hard did he fuck me last night?
If he was this brutal, no wonder I’m sore.
“Dare, can we switch positions—”
“No.”
He pauses to reposition himself over me, then resumes pounding into me. It feels like a deliberate violation, but surely he doesn’t mean for it to.
Occasionally, a little cry slips out of me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he really likes it because rather than ease up and see if I’m okay, he shoves into me harder.
I finally give up on trying to contribute and squeeze my eyes shut, holding onto the bed as he drives into me like he’s trying to break me in half. My pussy stings and I’m upset. I just want it to be over.
Finally, I hear him groan with his release, and then it is.
He collapses on the bed beside me, looping an arm around my waist and pulling me back against him.
I don’t know how to feel. I wanted to have sex, but… I don’t know if I wanted it like that.
My heart is still pounding. I feel a little afraid, but also ridiculous to feel that way.
“Was that… okay for you?” I ask tentatively.
“Mm, yep. Just what I wanted.”
“Okay,” I say quietly.
He kisses my temple. “Are you okay?”
I’m a little relieved to know he’s at least aware he should ask. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
He starts playing with my hair, and the tenderness slowly melts away the last of my uncertainty. I’m so relaxed I’m nearly ready to fall back asleep when he murmurs, “You don’t have to hold the cries back, you know.”
My eyes pop open. “What?”
“You were whimpering when I fucked you. You don’t have to hold back here. Be as noisy as you want.”
I’m a little confused. “Did you want me to cry out?”
“I want you to if you feel like it.”
I swallow. “Did you like fucking me like that?”
“Yes,” he murmurs, petting my hair again, then leaning in to kiss my shoulder.
“It didn’t feel… a little mean to you?”
He doesn’t answer right away and my heart sinks. I don’t want him to feel bad, I just… wasn’t prepared for that, and I don’t really know what to think about it. Finally, he leans in and kisses the shell of my ear before rumbling, “Sometimes, I like to be a little mean.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
He trails a finger lightly down my arm. “Sometimes, I want to fuck you like I want to destroy you.”