Series: Star Moon Pack Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“We’ll see about that smart mouth of yours,” he grunts, plunging deep, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. Panic explodes in my head—he’s going to choke me, he’s going to smother me—and I fight to hold on, to keep from throwing up everything I ate at dinner, I fight to keep up with him. Because that’s what this is now. That’s the new game. Taking everything he can give me and then some.
“That’s nice,” he groans, staying still for a second, almost reveling in the sensation, I guess. Then just as fast, he pulls back before slamming deep again. I can’t help groaning in dismay, which only makes him laugh. “What? Can’t take it? This is nothing.”
I doubt it would matter much if I said I couldn’t take it. Not that I can speak with him halfway down my throat, my nose buried in his base. He holds me that way until my lungs begin to burn for air before pulling back and plunging deep again.
“This is how I like you,” he growls, setting a fast, almost brutal pace, fucking my face as hard as he’s fucked my pussy. “On your knees. At my mercy. Showing me what a good little wolf you are and how eager you are to please me.”
And as he speaks, he thrusts, and now I’m starting to adjust. I relax my throat and suck in quick breaths of air every time the ridge of his head meets the inside of my lips. Something about what he says wakes up something in me—instead of rearing up in disgust and anger at his cruelty, I want to prove him right. I want to show him I can take this, that he can’t break me, that there’s nothing he could do that I couldn’t withstand. I place my hands against his thighs, bracing myself, and that makes it easier to take every deep thrust, every slap of his balls against my chin.
“I must be taking it too easy on you.” His dark laughter fills my ears when I groan, he picks up his pace, slamming into me, banging against my nose and my chin, even hurting me a little. I would try to pretend it doesn’t hurt, but he seems to like that, so I give it to him, I give him that, I whimper, and I moan, and his laughter grows louder, his hips sawing rapidly back and forth, in and out, until tears rolled down my cheeks.
Finally, he slams in one more time and lets out something between a groan and a howl. But he hasn’t come—though he’s close, I can taste him on my tongue. With a heavy sigh, he pulls out, and I gulp in all the air I can before he pulls me to my feet.
He takes me by the jaw, digging his fingers in, holding my face so my eyes are level with his. “Not bad,” he grunts, breathing heavily. “How did you like that?”
How did I like it? Aside from being afraid I was going to die once or twice, there’s no ignoring the way my pussy drips.
The knowing little smile that touches the corners of his mouth tells me he’s well aware. With his other hand, he cups my mound, his greedy fingers working their way between my lips. “Oh, I knew I smelled something,” he says with a laugh, shoving them deep inside me, stretching me. He grunts every time his knuckles slam against me. I’m caught between pain and pleasure, and somehow the pain makes the pleasure better, more intense.
“Mine,” I hear him growl over my racing heart and strangled cries. I could probably hear him over an atomic bomb because his voice is in my head. He’s that deep in my head now. “Say it. Mine.”
I can’t. I won’t. Even now, I don’t want to give in.
With a growl, he withdraws his fingers, and I let out a heartbroken cry before I can help it. “Not getting what you want?” he taunts through gritted teeth. “What is it you want, little wolf? Say it. Tell me.”
“I… I want to come.”
“You’ll come when I say you are allowed to come. No sooner.” He backs me up against the wall and holds me in place with his body. In a single tug, my panties shred. “And I have all night.”
My body is wracked with shivers, and even though I hate him for this, there’s anticipation involved, too. Of what he’s going to do to me. Of how much I’ll love it in the end.
He takes my thigh in his hand and lifts it, hooking it over his hip, giving himself room to part my lips with the head of his cock. My helpless whimpers bring a smile to his face as he drags his head through my slit, back and forth. I can’t stand it, the tension, the way my body’s seizing and clenching and dying to be filled.