Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I can barely breathe in the last seconds before he unzips his fly. “Take it out,” he grunts, and even though I’ve never done anything like this before and sure as hell wouldn’t ever choose him as a partner, I close my eyes and grit my teeth before sliding a hand into his open fly, feeling my way around until I can dip inside his shorts. My fingers close around something hard and soft at the same time, like silk over steel.
“Take it out,” he grunts again, leaning back until he’s on his elbows, watching me as I carefully take his dick out. I feel so clumsy, but it’s the embarrassment that’s worse. Not having the first clue, wanting to cry while my stomach churns.
It’s big. That’s the first thought that goes through my head. Big, thick, and veiny. Once he’s out in the open, swaying a little, I don’t know what to do. When I look at him, his half-closed eyes tell me how much he’s liking this. I can’t imagine why. I’m not really doing anything.
“Well?” he asks, taking my hand and moving it up and down. “I swear, you’re fucking useless.” I have to bite my tongue to keep my thoughts inside, rubbing him up and down the way he wants.
Still, he grunts like he’s dissatisfied. “Don’t you have any lotion or something?” He finds a small tube on the table next to the bed and squirts some on my palm. Now it’s easier, now he seems to like it more. Instead of looking at his face, I stare at his dick, almost hypnotized, as my hand moves up and down, up and down. The quicker I get this over with, the better. The less I think about it, the easier it will be to look at myself in the mirror later. I just have to get through it. It will be over soon… Right?
“I finally found something you’re good for,” he whispers, and now he’s breathing faster. “There you go… Just like that. Don’t stop.”
Humiliated tears fill my eyes, but I won’t stop. Not because he said so. Because I need this to be over before I start screaming. He’s breathing harder, faster, moving his hips a little. “That’s right. Keep going. So close…”
Then, all of a sudden, he shoves my hand away. I don’t know what to think as he fights his way to his knees and pushes me back until I’m lying flat. He takes himself in his hand, his teeth gritted, his face going red before he grunts loudly.
And then he comes, and something warm hits the inside of my thigh. He gets more of it on my other thigh, grunting, groaning, painting my panties next. By the time he’s finished, I’m covered in sticky wetness, and he’s smiling like he just achieved something important.
“See?” he asks with a satisfied grin. “I told you you would end up wearing my cum either way. Wouldn’t it have been easier to give me what I wanted right away instead of trying to fight?”
He’s not looking for an answer, so I don’t bother giving one. I’m too ashamed to speak, frozen in place, staring at the ceiling and wondering when this is ever going to end. And how much worse it will get before it does.
He lets out a soft chuckle before zipping himself up. “I would tell you to have a good night, but I can’t imagine how you would in this shit hole.” He even whistles softly on his way down the hall, finally leaving me alone in the bedroom. Only when I hear the front door close, do I sit up, gagging at the warmth on my legs. What matters right now is locking the door, which I do after running out to the living room.
I’ll never wear these panties again, that much is for sure. I couldn’t look at them without remembering what he just put me through. A few tears fight their way down my cheeks as I get in the shower, feeling defeated, tainted.
But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is the slickness in my pussy when I wash myself down there. Because while the whole thing was scary and gross and not at all what I wanted… it was also kind of exciting. And I don’t know what that says about me.
10
BRIGGS
Ican’t get the image of Wren out of my mind. Her small hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me until my balls were ready to explode. I’ve never felt so powerful, so eager to control her, like my unwilling little puppet. Her fear only egged me on more. She hated every second of it, but I loved it enough for both of us.
“Why are you smiling like a psycho?” Preston’s voice drags me from my pleasant thoughts.