Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Oh fuck… fuck…”
“That’s what I want…” Nico murmurs, pressing his dick in relentlessly. The long thrust is languid, controlled, and everything I’m not. “The look on your face when you take your first dick. Look at you… distressed mess, scared of how much you like to be mine.”
The breath in my throat is fire, and my eyes gloss over as they meet Nico’s. It’s heaven and hell all at once, and I know every word he says is true.
I want to be his. I’m a misguided boy who likes the danger of opening his legs for a killer, and I want him to do whatever he wishes to me.
I want to be scared as he pumps me full of cum.
I don’t stand a chance against his force, and by the time he bottoms out inside me, my body relaxes, accepting him as its master. The air is fragrant with the sharp essence of his lust, and I close my eyes, savoring it. “Not true. You’ll never really have me,” I challenge him, but my voice turns into a moan when he makes an unexpected jab with his hips, and somehow ends up entering me even deeper.
“You sure about that?” Nico rasps, folding me so that his balaclava-hidden face is just inches away from mine. “I’ll keep marking you until you understand that you’re mine.” He starts rocking his hips against my ass, and I don’t understand how it can cause me both discomfort and pleasure, but something about the painful intensity of the thrusts triggers a release of molten hot sensation that soon spreads freely all over my abdomen and up my chest.
The desire bubbling up in my brain makes me relax enough to enjoy his thrusts. I see my legs on his shoulders, and it’s a reminder of how open to him I am, my own cock bobbing against my stomach, so very hard I can’t deny that I’m loving this moment, regardless of what lies spill from my lips.
Initially, I thought the soreness would be a necessary trade-off for the ecstasy accompanying it and the chance of offering my body to someone else, like I always wanted, but as my insides adjust to being penetrated, I’m treated to pure bliss.
The deep need I’ve experienced earlier somehow grows until I grab my thighs and hold them open while Nico saws into me. His cock makes a plunging sound each time it enters my hole, and I moan helplessly as I watch him assault me with his tool over and over. I should be embarrassed, I should hide my face and pretend it’s not me getting off to this imaginary scenario, but I like this way too much to deny myself.
Nico’s blue eyes shine as if he were the devil come to this world only to seduce and corrupt me, and I don’t think I ever craved anything more.
He’s holding my throat without squeezing as he changes the angle of his thrusts and makes them count. I let out a yelp in response to each, but don’t fight it. Sparks explode under my eyelids, because that has to be my prostate he’s teasing. I can’t imagine anything else inside me feeling like this. The pleasure floods my body in a new wave, filling my already tight balls and making me moan.
And as if it wasn’t enough that I seem to be losing my damn mind for this masked devil, he slides his hand to my cock. It’s still slippery from lube, and Nico wastes no time, jerking me off, riding me, making me his.
I whimper, overwhelmed and zoning out, but then he presses his forehead to mine, and I’m back with him again, anchored by those beautiful eyes. I reach for his face, cupping it as he jabs into me in a series of rapid thrusts, and there’s no more strength left in me to resist. I come, spraying us both with cum and milking the dick inside me as Nico grabs my hips and lets his eyes roll back, plunging into me even faster.
“Yes…” I utter. “Use me.”
And oh, does he. He doesn’t even say anything, the air between us filled with his grunts and my moans. I’m not even sure if I’ve stopped coming yet or not. My stomach is covered with my own spunk, but all I can focus on is my throbbing hole squeezing his thick dick as he makes hasty jabs into my body.
I slide my hand to his muscular forearm and feel it tense when he stiffens, his breath hot on my face even through the black fabric. I don’t know if I’m imagining it, or if I really feel it, but I swear I sense his hot cum shooting inside me.
I love it.
Nico’s jerking over me, his eyes closed as he settles with his hips pressed to my ass, but I’m still in heaven, stroking his chest and shoulders as he relaxes.