Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
As he continues to fuck my mouth, giving me only tiny moments to catch my breath, warmth starts to pool in my belly. Each stroke moves the warmth further south until I can feel the wetness of my arousal against my panties. Being dominated by him turns me on as much as it sickens me.
“Shit, Willow, suck me hard, make me come in that pretty little mouth.” The thickness of his voice ripples through me. Oddly, I want to prove myself to him, that I’m stronger than him, that he can’t break me. At the same time, I want to disobey him and tell him that I can’t do this… I want to run out of this house and never come back.
Tears sting my eyes, the confusion of everything zings through me, appearing in my mind like a bright blinking neon sign. Tugging at my hair, causing my scalp to burn with pain, he bucks his hips a few more times until I feel him pulse deep inside my throat.
So deep that I can barely taste his come. Only when he releases me and his cock slides out, do I notice the saltiness that’s left behind on my tongue.
“That was fucking amazing…” Parker sighs and settles back into the couch. His deep brown eyes are closed now, and he looks relaxed like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I don’t know why, but I remain there for a long moment, just staring at him.
Dread slowly seeps into every pore as I realize what I’ve just done. I let my gaze move to my hands, and all I can see is dirt on them, my skin forever dirty. I’ve never felt so disgusted, so tainted in all my life. Even worse, I feel ashamed because deep down, a part of me liked it. Shaking my head, I will the thoughts away. I’m so fucking confused. I don’t know what to think right now. What I do know is that I need to get out of here. I need to get away from him.
By the time I manage to get up and stand on unsure legs, I’m doing the one thing I swore to myself I’d never do in front of him… I’m crying. Big fat tears roll down my face, I’m no longer able to keep my emotions in check.
No. I can’t. I won’t.
Parker’s eyes pop open and immediately find mine. Instantly, I look away. I don’t want to see how much he enjoys seeing me like this. Breaking down like he always wanted me to. Spinning around on my heels, I run toward the door.
“Willow,” he calls out to me, but I don’t stop. I can’t. I refuse to. Pushing myself, I open the front door and escape the confines of the house. Once outside, I let my feet carry me down the driveway and away from his house. I don’t stop running until my lungs burn, begging me to slow down or fall over dead.
This was a mistake, a huge mistake, and one that I’ll have to make again if I have even a chance at surviving my father and Parker.
10
Parker
Every thought I have leads me back to her. I can’t get the way she looked on her knees, between my legs, with my cock in her mouth out of my head. She looked like a pure, innocent angel with a cracked halo. So fragile and perfect. So fucking breakable.
I’d never come so hard in my entire life. My intentions weren’t to just fuck her face, but one dip inside her hot wet mouth, and I lost it. I exploded, and everything faded away. All I could feel was her mouth wrapped around my cock, and it felt like heaven.
It wasn’t even her blow job skills that made it good, it was good because it was her, the girl I’d fantasized about since I was fifteen. Frankly, her skills sucked, I don’t think she’d given many blow jobs before, maybe not any.
Which only adds to her innocent appeal.
Even though she didn’t know what she was doing, everything was perfect. Right until the moment she got up, and I saw the look on her face. I do my best to forget that part, but guilt is gnawing at me like a starving animal gnaws on a carcass. Maybe I took it too far, maybe I should have been a little gentler. I’m confused about my feelings, all I know is that I’ll have to control myself better next time.
Next time. Just thinking about it has my cock straining against my jeans. I adjust my crotch before people can notice my hard-on as I walk across campus, then again, no one would dare say anything to me. I could kill someone point-blank right here, and the school would remove the body and pretend it never happened.