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)
Not that I want to escape. My dick is hard, my hole stretched for him, and until he gets his fill, I’m not going anywhere. I missed being under him. He won’t leave me behind for as long as he’s inside me. I’m so sorry about upsetting him, but we can discuss that later. Right now, our tempers need to mellow out, and as he sinks in balls-deep, spearing my body with his hard shaft, I tremble like a newborn calf.
“Mm… mhm,” I hum to let him know how much I love to have him inside me, how deliciously his fingers dig into the flesh of my arms. He has me pinned to the boxes, and I want him to fuck me until he’s spent. Once, twice, however many times he wants.
He buries his face against my nape, and his needy grunts turn me on even more as he starts fucking me as if his life depends on the orgasm he’s chasing. Fast, animalistic, eager to come. I keep my legs spread wide to accommodate him, and when he bites my neck, all I can do is whimper into my gag. My hole is on fire, but I want his satisfaction. I want him to come inside me and tell me I’m a good boy even though I know I’ve been a menace.
But am I not being good to him now? Pliant. Open. Once again, I try to look back only to have my face pressed to the box, and saliva dribbles down my chin as he jabs into me harder than before. So far, his thrusts have been controlled and slow, but this was a warning, and I whimper like a lost dog begging for the attention of his master. My skin feels as if it’s about to go up in flames. My hole aches in the best way possible. And I want his cum so fucking much.
Nico settles with his lips against my nape, strong grip on my wrists, his hips working like a machine. There’s a comfort in knowing he wants me this much despite the turmoil I’ve been causing.
“Oh, fuck yes…” he mumbles, fucking me with abandon, skin slapping against skin.
He lets go of one of my arms, and when he reaches between my legs to squeeze my painfully hard dick, I’m not sure if he wants to jerk me off or just fondle me for his own pleasure. It doesn’t matter. His touch is like oil thrown into fire, and I climb to my toes, presenting my ass to him as he pounds me, filling the small, cluttered space with the sounds of our sweaty bodies.
He’s still holding one of my hands back, twisting it almost too firmly, but I love the symbolism of it and moan because each of his thrusts is like a hot wave. His touch makes me feel so damn special, so close to him, so safe from all the evil in the world.
It’s as though his dangerous aura is a shield, and as long as I’m within it, serving him with my body, I can’t be harmed. I can’t deny it. I like it. No. I love it. I love when he’s inside me, so intense, so needy. Love being the only one who can give him what he wants.
I know he’s a cruel monster, yet the strokes of his hand on my cock become fast and insistent. Whether to please me, or to feel my muscles tightening on his cock doesn’t matter, because it feels so damn good to be jerked off as he fucks me with that thick tool.
My mind fizzles, and I can almost sense bubbles at the base of my skull as he enters me hard and fast while his hand works my cock at the same speed. I’m overflowing with need. On fire. And if it wasn’t for the sponge in my mouth, I would have screamed, begging him to fuck me harder.
Cum shoots out of me almost too fast, and I stiffen, tightening my thighs as he continues sawing into me without mercy.
The little grunt he makes against my skin makes me shoot even harder the second time, even though I already thought I was at my limit. My whole body trembles, throbs with heat as if I’m about to melt, fall apart, and he’s the only one who can put me back together.
“That’s it…” A few hard jabs later, Nico stiffens on top of me, rocking his hips a little, as if he wants to make sure he’s spilled all his cum inside me. I love how his heart pounds against my back. Maybe if we fuck enough times, the frost in mine will melt?
I’m afraid of what might happen if I get swept away by the tide of his madness, but I can’t resist his warmth and pull his arm around me as our bodies rest. It’s only then that I shove the sponge out of my mouth and breathe freely. “Wow, that was… unexpected.”