Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“Stop doing that.”
“Mmm. Keep fighting. I’m close.”
Sick motherfucker.
And yet I can’t stay still. The way he’s rubbing his erection all over me is making me so hard, it’s painful. I want to reach down and touch it. Just once.
Something sticky slides over my hole and I think he’s coming, but then he stops, so it must be just a lot of precum. I hear him spit a few times before he wedges his hand between my ass cheeks, the cool fluids nudging against my back hole.
“Should be good enough.” He circles the rim with his middle finger. “Relax for me. You have to take my fingers before I can stuff you with my cock.”
“Don’t—”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I grow still, my muscles turning lax against my better judgement.
“There. Pain helps, right?” It almost sounds as if he thinks he’s doing me a favor.
He starts thrusting his finger inside, and all sorts of weird sensations overtake me. Pain. Discomfort. Disgust, even. But it’s for myself because I’m letting him put his fucking finger inside me.
Inside my ass.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“Mmm.”
“I love how you hurt for me. How you take all the pain I give you.”
“Fuck…”
“Relax.”
“I c-can’t.”
“You can. Breathe.”
I do, slowly.
“Relax more. Is that all you got?”
The challenge makes me tense up but only for a bit before I bite my lower lip and focus on my inhales and exhales.
“That’s it. You’re taking my finger well.”
“Mff…” God. Why is his praise making me so…horny?
“Fuck, baby. Your hole is so tight. Or should I call it pussy so it doesn’t feel so gay? My pussy is so tight and warm.”
“S-shut the fuck up.”
“You hate it when I call this hungry ass a pussy?”
I bite my lower lip and say nothing.
“Should I call it my fuckhole instead? My fucktoy? Or will you submit to me and let me call your ass whatever I fucking please?”
A strangled noise leaves me. I probably should hate that he calls my ass pussy, as if I’m a woman or something, but I feel a weird sense of submission when he does it. And I kind of…like it.
Am I supposed to like it?
“Tell me you dislike pussy and I won’t say it again.”
I bite my tongue, mostly because I’m scared about the noise that will come out.
“Answer me.”
“Do whatever you fucking want… Ahh.”
My words end on a moan when he sucks on my earlobe as he thrusts his finger slowly, leisurely, and it’s painful. But it’s also pleasurable. Hell, I think they’re one and the same at this point.
“No one’s touched you here, have they? Not fucking Cherry, and certainly no other man, because you’re straight as fuck. Even if you weren’t, you would never allow anyone to have this type of power over you. It disturbs you how much you love this.”
“You damn bastard…fuck you…”
“Talk dirty to me.” He thrusts another finger, and for some reason, this feels easier than the first one. “That’s it. Look at your hole stretching and accommodating me. My pussy is virgin, isn’t it, baby? You saved it for me so I can ram my thick cock inside and stuff you full with my cum.”
My ears heat.
My ears never heat.
But his words are affecting me in ways I hate. Ways that make me hotter than I’ve ever been, and the worst part is that…I don’t hate it.
His fingers there.
In that part no one has touched.
Fuck, I’m falling for it, actually. No longer uncomfortable and more wound up.
“Mmmfuck, it’s so hot inside you. My pussy knows it’s mine. I love how it’s clenching around me.”
“Stop talking to me like that.” I grunt as he pounds his fingers faster.
“Like what?” he speaks against my ear, his words rough and less refined than usual. “Like you’re my new favorite hole?”
“Shut up—”
My words get caught in my throat when he curls his fingers inside, hitting a spot that sends my cock to full fucking attention.
A zap of pleasure rushes through me, like lightning and thunder. A fucking natural disaster that makes my entire body tighten up. I’m leaking like crazy, a whole bunch of precum dripping down onto the ground.
“There it is.” I feel his lips curving against my ear. “My pussy’s G-spot.”
I’m about to curse him, but I can’t, because he hits that place a few more times and then I’m coming all over the tree, my abs.
Everywhere.
He didn’t even fucking touch my cock, and I refused to touch myself or hump the tree.
So the cum that spurts out of me in thick waves is all because of his fingers.
In my ass.
Forget about killing him. I might actually kill myself now.
Thanks for witnessing this fuckup.
“That’s it, ride my fingers as you come for me, baby.”
That’s when I realize with goddamn bewilderment that I’ve been rocking back and forth. Back and forth.
Riding him.
And apparently, I don’t give a fuck, because I don’t stop. I keep going as my balls are dried of every ounce of cum with my cheek against the tree and his tongue in my ear.