Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“Did you wash me off, Sjelevenn?” Oh God, I’m wet again. I nod slowly, my head bobbing up and down. “That just won’t do.” Briefly, I wonder how he got into my house, but the thought flees my head when he kicks my legs wider apart. I know I could stop him anytime, but do I really want to? I hear his belt open and his zipper lower in the unnerving quiet of my bathroom. He pulls the towel from my hair, and it plops onto the floor. I don’t know how he’s doing all of this with just one hand because his other hand is still over my mouth, making this whole encounter hot as hell. I gasp when I feel his hard cock pressing at my entrance from behind. My eyes pop up to meet his in the mirror. The look on his face makes my pussy clench in anticipation. “Are you ready for me?”
All I can do is nod, and then he’s inside of me. Powerfully. He pulls me back toward him, his hand trailing from my mouth to my neck. He thrusts into me harder and harder.
“Oh, God,” I cry.
“Don’t wash me off of you again. How can I get you bred if you wash me off?”
“Huh?”
“I told you last night that you were mine. I fucking meant it, Summer. Now, take my seed like a good girl.” He bends me over so that my boobs rest on the sink. His hands now grip my hips as he brutally pulls my pussy on and off of his cock.
Why does he feel so good inside of me?
CHAPTER 10
BALDER
I’ve lost my damn mind. It’s fucking official. I broke into her house without thought and am now fucking her on her bathroom counter, and she’s fucking letting me do it.
“Balder, please. I’m so close,” she moans. I keep my pace and reach for her tits holding on to them now as I plow into her, her ass slamming into me with each thrust.
“Rub your clit, baby. Come on my cock so I can fill you with my seed,” I growl gutterly. She reaches between her legs and rubs her clit, her fingers hitting my cock as I move. God, she feels amazing. Nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing. This girl and her fucking golden cunt have me on edge all the time.
“Harder,” she whispers, and I grin. She’s not unaffected by this, by us. I slam into her harder and harder until she screams, her pussy clenching around my cock. We come together. It’s loud, it’s epic, and I never want it to end. I pour my seed into her greedy womb, praying that it takes root. She’ll look amazing carrying my kid.
Gingerly, I pull out my cock out of her, and turn her around to face me. She looks dazed but happy. Leaning down, I kiss her properly, which is something that this coupling lacked. She wraps her arms around my neck and clings to me. I lift her into my arms and back out of the bathroom. I move toward the bed I passed on the way. When I arrived, I rang the doorbell and knocked, but she didn’t answer. I used some skills I acquired in the Army and opened her front door. Her house is neat and orderly. Other than the large pieces of furniture most people have, there are few personal touches in the room. I don’t know why, but it upsets me that she lives so minimalistically. There are pictures of penguins and dolphins scattered throughout the room and photos of Summer with a handful of girls and that’s it. I expected her house to reflect her sunshine, but it’s sad, just like my places. I want to fix that. I want to build an actual home with her. Her bed is unmade so I drop her down into it, strip out of my clothes, and crawl over her. She stretches languidly and yawns adorably.
“Will you join me for dinner at my parent’s house tonight? They want to see you again.”
“Uh… sure,” she says, and I can’t help but feeling like something is wrong. Something that I’m not sure I’ll be able to fix.
“Why do you keep running from me?” I say, after gathering her in my arms. She stills and tenses. “Just tell me.”
“I… I didn’t have the best upbringing.” Immediately, thoughts of a lonely and starving little girl flood my mind. I squeeze her closer to me. “My parents hated each other. Every day was a fight. I would be in the midst of it, forgotten. When I was five, I got in the way of one of their knockdown drag out fights and got hit in the head with a heavy glass ashtray. I had to have stitches. When I was six they got divorced and my mom and I went to live with my grandmother. I don’t know my dad at all. My grandmother said he got remarried at started his real family. I have an older brother, but I don’t see him as much as I’d like to. We talk on the phone and video chat as much as he’s able. He’s in the Army. My mom, last I heard, floats from boyfriend to boyfriend. I don’t know what a healthy relationship looks like. I’m so broken, Balder.” The tears that were building in her eyes fall and it breaks my heart even more.