Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Not right to toy with me like that,” Raider growls. “Feels great. Looks great, too, watching you wiggle around like a goddamn cock tease. But it’s only reminding me it’ll feel even better when I’m rocking this van from fucking you so hard.”
“Maybe you should do it,” I whisper, curling my fingers in the sheets, as if holding on to them for dear life is going to save me. “Show me how strong you are.” His nostrils flare, his jaw flexing. There’s resignation in his green eyes, his control vanishing. But there’s excitement, too. Eagerness and anticipation. “You don’t want to hurt me, Raider, but…there’s a secret part of you that wants to hear me scream. Isn’t there?”
“Only with pleasure.” He cradles my face, placing it in the crook of his neck, and starts to pump. Wildly. At total odds with the gentle way he holds my head. I thought I was ready, but the full length of his thick flesh sluicing into me at such a rapid pace turns me blind, clogs my throat with shock and lust and need. “Want you to rip open my scars with your nails. Want you to scream for Daddy.”
Around me, the van sounds like it might fall apart. Metal squeals, the mattress beneath me groans. He’s no longer a man, but a beast, quenching his thirst for relief with my body. He releases my head, both brutal hands clutching my knees and shoving them wide.
“Sorry I’m sorry I’m…I need them open. Can’t have you holding back. Daddy’s a big, horny bastard, Delilah.” His voice is so low and inhuman; I can barely understand him. It doesn’t matter, though, because his hunger is melding with my own and rocketing something to the core of me. A blistering spread of pleasure that concentrates on that place Raider is thrusting into makes my womanhood start to clench.
My back arches like I’ve been invaded by need itself, my hips twisting of their own accord, making Raider snarl and pin them down harder. His feverish movements grow even more frenzied, his teeth bared. One of those sharp incisors must have caught on his lower lip, because I see a line of blood trailing down his chin and dripping onto my breasts. We both moan when he leans down and licks it up, curling his red-stained tongue around my nipple.
My climax hurtles through me without warning. I gasp and lose the function of every sense but touch. Feeling. My muscles curl in on themselves as I shake, my nails raking down Raider’s back. “Daddy so good. Daddy so good.”
I’m picked up and thrown back down, my ankles pinned beside my ears. Pain mixes with unimaginable pleasure as Raider rams himself into me three more times, his movements disjointed, filth falling from his mouth. When he begins to shake, the entire van shudders with the movements. His bellow of relief makes me scream out of reflex, it’s so fearsome and deafening. His orgasm goes on and on, his roar picking up and starting again while his hips grind down, his erection shooting blistering hot liquid into my core. I’m overflowing, stickiness dripping down between my ass cheeks, and still he pumps with determined eyes, blood slathered on his chin.
“That’s right. Take it deep for Daddy, little doll.”
“Yes,” I manage, my body replete. “Yes, Daddy.”
And he continues to thrust, groans of contentment rumbling in his oversized chest, his hands still pinning my ankles on either side of my head, working his seed into me until I pass out from overwhelming exhaustion.
CHAPTER SIX
Raider
So I pulled the van over to beat my chest twice. Fucking sue me.
While you’re at it, show me one man worth his salt who wouldn’t be proud as shit over pleasing a girl like Delilah. She’d had an orgasm while looking right at me. While being ridden by my abnormally large, damaged body, her little pussy had seized up and coated me in sweetness. I’ve already got another hard-on that could double as an aluminum baseball bat, but that’s my load to bear. Delilah is still asleep in the back of the van and she needs her rest. After all, in the last twelve hours, she’s been kidnapped, nearly assaulted by the man whose neck I broke, and fucked by a giant. I won’t be surprised if she sleeps for a week.
My hand drops down between my legs to adjust my stiff dick. I’ll need her again soon, but for now, I want to put as much distance between us and her brother as possible. Do I think Roger is capable of collecting the fifty grand share of my cut for our final job together, which he was supposed to be holding while I was in the pen? No. Am I taking any chances that the shithead could come through and attempt to take Delilah away from me? Hell no.