Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“Go on, dirty girl. Fucking get off, and let me see more of your shame and humiliation.”
I shook my head but felt that pleasure growing. I was going to… I was going to get off.
“Come for me, you depraved, good girl.”
And I did against common sense. Against rational thought. Against decency. Against what I thought it would take to push me over the edge.
I came hard and long and felt disgusted with myself over it the entire time.
When the pleasure faded, I sagged against the bed, my arms hurting because I’d been straining as I came.
But he didn’t give me a reprieve. He slapped my tits and pinched my nipples until they hurt, a fucked-up way to revive me after such an intense climax.
I looked down at my chest to see it covered in his blood.
It brought me sick pleasure.
He leaned back and, with his dick in hand, said, “You’re dripping for me.”
He grabbed my throat hard with his other one, using his strength to add pressure, so I gasped and leaned forward, trying to ease the strain.
He loosened his hold, and we both panted as he covered my body with his, his weight and size pinning me down. It felt… incredibly suffocating and exhilarating.
“I bet you’re at war with yourself right now,” he growled against my ear. “You want to tell me to stop, but in the same breath, you want to tell me to give you more.” His voice was deep and muffled by the mask, and it turned me on that I didn’t know who this was. My mind and body were at war.
“You’re sick. Demented. This is… wrong,” I whispered.
This feels right! my mind screamed.
His whole body seemed to tremble.
When he hung his head, as if trying to gather his bearings, I took that opportunity to fight back. Although truthfully… the very idea of not making this easy for him was an aphrodisiac in itself.
I lifted my legs and tried to knee him, but he was fast and had a hold of my waist, growling and pushing my body down on the bed to still me.
I felt the callouses on his palms as he slid them up and down my thighs, and I closed my eyes and shivered.
“Admit you want this, even if it’s just this one time.”
“Like I’d ever say that to you.” But there was no heat in my words. And he knew that. That’s why he chuckled. His touch grew softer, and I felt a part of me relax.
But that gentleness was short-lived when I felt his hand delve between my legs, his fingers moving through my pussy lips. I was so drenched, a dirty, sloppy mess for him.
“I’d say brace yourself, but I don’t care if you’re ready or not. You’ll take what I give and ask for more.”
He placed the thick crown of his cock at the entrance of my body, and my inner muscles clenched right away.
His juicy curses rang through my ears as he started penetrating me.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His hands on my hips were painful, leaving bruises.
I pressed my nails into my palms, so close to breaking the skin I could feel that pain morph into pleasure.
He kept guiding himself inside me, forcing his big dick into my little pussy.
I panted, knowing I should stop this, but the stretch and burn was too consuming… felt too incredible.
He was so big.
I was so little.
It hurt so good.
My vision went hazy, going in and out of focus until I felt like I was breaking apart from my physical self.
“Look at you,” he grated out. “Taking my gigantic cock like you were made for it.” Sweat covered his chest, and his abdomen flexed as he forced more of himself into me.
He grabbed a handful of my hair at the side of my head and yanked my skull to the side, causing my throat to be bared.
The sensations waged war within me.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re Daddy’s pretty slut, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. It was his fact. “I’m going to come to you every night,” he whispered and thrust in and out of me.
I moaned, biting my lip harder, tasting my own blood coating my tongue this time.
“I’m going to break into your bedroom and take what I want, and because you love being my cocksleeve, you’ll say nothing and spread your legs for me so I can fuck you. I’ll fucking take every inch until you’re crying for more.” His cockhead hit something deep on his next powerful thrust.
Oh God….
At his next punch to my cervix, I came for him like the whore he called me.
My inner muscles clenched around his thick cock. The sounds coming from him were feral, like an animal tearing the flesh off a wounded animal.
He pulled back so just the tip was lodged in my cunt before he slammed back in.