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)
“Mmf,” I mumble around his girth, and I don’t know what I’m trying to say, or why my chest squeezed when he called me pretty.
“Your fuckhole will also take my cock so deep, you’ll lose your goddamn mind. It’s only a matter of time.” Thrust. “You despise the idea of submitting because it shatters the grandiose image you have of yourself, but I will have you beneath me, whether you like it or not. You’ll take my cock in my pussy and thank me for it.”
I struggle to breathe, my ears ringing as he forces his cock all the way down my throat. I swallow around it, my airways constricting, and the discomfort sending a rush to my balls.
“You had the chance to fuck me, and you still played with your knife like the little deranged psycho you are. You know why?” He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling at the roots. “Because you love being dominated, and you sure as hell don’t like putting in the work. Bet it bored you to death with the girls.”
I try to shake my head, to hit, to do anything, but I can’t. I’m trapped by both his touch and his words.
It’s breaking me down, stripping away the things I thought I knew about myself.
Because it’s true. I really, really hated putting in the effort.
My least favorite thing about sex, actually.
Still thrusting into my mouth, Kayden reaches behind him and lowers my boxers just enough to grab my cock, stroking it in that delicious rough way.
Precum trickles onto his fingers and he uses it to jerk me painfully, just the way I like it.
The way he knows I like it.
I grunt around him, huffing a breath that makes him groan, the humming sound spreading in my chest.
God, I’m close.
I’m so stimulated and wound up, I’ll come in no time.
“See? You’re getting so hard by being used like a little slut.” He thrusts deeper, brutally, making me feel his wrath, his punishment. “No one’s ever seen you like this, and no one ever will.”
I breathe through my nose, gasping around his large cock, the veins pulsing against my tongue, the walls of my mouth, and I’m feeling every agonizing inch.
Every aggression he promised.
He’s big, like really huge in both length and girth, close to nine inches, if not more, so it actually hurts to be throat-fucked by his cock.
The fact that he doesn’t hold back somehow makes me twitch and shudder in his hand.
It makes me so horny, too, because I’m apparently into pain.
So much so, my balls are close to explosion.
Just when I’m about to come, he fists the gland hard and presses on my cock’s opening.
“Mffuck…” I groan and protest, but he just keeps thrusting and thrusting, and thrusting, while his hand on my cock remains motionless.
“This is a punishment, not a reward. You don’t get to come.” His pace grows rougher and more frantic, and I’m in agony. Because he won’t let me come.
I’ve never felt this edged before—except when he did it the other time. He always toys with me and I’m helpless, completely at his nonexistent mercy.
What seems like forever passes, before he jerks me again.
I thrust my cock in his hand, shamelessly chasing the unhinged intensity I’ve never felt before.
The deeper he goes in my throat, the harder I thrust up, swallowing around him, wanting him to come, too.
“I said.” He squeezes my cock again, stopping right before I shoot cum in his hand. “This isn’t about your pleasure.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
I’m turning delirious. Completely and utterly mindless, I think I’ll kill someone just to come.
My skin tingles, tears streaming down my face and sweat covering me from head to toe as he pounds and pounds and pounds me with his cock. It’s so far back, I think I’ll swallow him.
He jerks me again, sending delicious waves through my wound-up abs, and then stops at the brink, right when I’m about to finally let go.
A small whimper leaves me, but I’m so numb, so lightheaded, my lids grow heavy.
“Eyes on me. I’m not done.” He pulls at my hair, startling me awake. “Your mouth is only mine, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can choke it and stuff it full of my cum, right?”
I stare, dazed, really going out of it, actually. It’s like I’m swimming in the middle of nowhere and I don’t feel on edge.
My mind is blank, empty of all the thoughts and plans and lies. It’s just a white room in the middle of nowhere, and it’s only him and me here.
In that white room in my usually busy brain.
“Nod your head. Tell me I’m the only one you’ll allow to touch you. Fuck you whichever way I please.”
I nod without thought.
“Good boy. I love it when you’re obedient.”
Something lights up in my chest, and I blink at him as his blood trickles down my forehead and cheek, then mixes with his cock in my mouth.