Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Thinking that way made it easier to accept because this need was mine. The need to fuck into her as hard and as deep as I could, which I now did with great abandon. It was me lifting her legs high in the air and holding them there with my hands wrapped around her ankles, me who watched as my cock slid in and out of her, pulling her juices from her body to run down onto the bed beneath her.
Me who leaned in and took one of her nipples between my teeth to bite down almost painfully, making her cry out and cream all over my cock as she bucked and twisted as if to get away from me, from the onslaught of lust that rode me hard. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, some feral beast had been awakened in me, and all he wanted was her, her pussy, her heart, her very soul.
She tore at the flesh on my back as I fucked her into the mattress. The springs in the old bed creaked and bounced with each powerful thrust, and still, I wasn’t deep enough. I moved her legs around me and pulled her chest into mine to get closer, holding her lovingly in my arms as my lips moved to her neck to bite into her flesh, marking her where she’d already been marked. Claiming what’s mine.
Her pussy’s tight grip made it almost impossible to move in and out of her as she tensed up to cum, and I slipped my hand beneath her to slide a finger into her tight rosebud. This sent her over the edge, and she opened up to let me in. When I pulled out and pushed her onto her hands and knees in front of me, it was me who slammed into her from behind, me who rode her hard and fast until I felt my balls tighten as they filled with my seed, ready to blast off inside her.
I couldn’t help the way I bit and sucked on her flesh as if trying to consume her, and the way she cried out and pushed back on my cock as if begging for more only spurred me on to new heights.
By the time I came inside her, spewing hot cum deep into her womb, I’d made peace with our lot because now I understood that whatever was being done was just an extension of ourselves. The unbridled lust was also part of me and not just the ethereal beings who needed us to live out their unfulfilled love.
It was my name she called out as she bucked and wept into the pillow, her ass in the air, open, accepting as I drilled my cock home.
NICK
It didn’t seem to matter where we were, as I found out that night. In fact, their presence seemed even stronger in the little clapboard house, and I learned that that’s where they’d spent most of their time together in the last days before her aunt passed away. I guess the old lady would say their essence was here or some such thing.
It was starting to grow on me, this unbelievable tale. There was too much already done, too many things I’d experienced myself to ignore that there was something going on here, something way beyond my scope or any capability I’ve ever had. I can’t just turn a blind eye or wish it all away, not only for her and I but because it involved my grandfather, the man who’d loved me more than his own life while he was here.
Just thinking of the last year and the rift between us due to my stubbornness, and unwillingness to listen, I almost feel like I owe him this, whatever it is. I was still fighting to wrap my head around it all, still trying to fit all the pieces together to make a whole, and as much as I’d like to deny that such a thing could be possible in the black and white world, I’ve always lived in, there were some glaringly obvious reasons why I couldn’t deny it.
Like the child, my child, if it existed and for some strange reason that out of everything else is the one thing I want to hold onto most, the one thing I’m wishing with everything in me is true because it would mean that no matter how angry Ellie is with me, there’s no way for her to escape me now, not with a part of me growing inside her.
And if the child does indeed exist, then that’s one sure way of proving to myself that their words are true, hers and the old lady’s, that this has really happened that I’m living it has played a part in it. My rational mind would have no way of fighting the truth then.