Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I laugh and he drags me up to meet his mouth, kissing me, and he rolls me onto my back, pinning me there. My legs are spread and his cock presses against my dripping entrance, and I’m quivering with lust and desire and yes, with fear, I’m afraid of him right now, terrified of having a man inside of me for the first time.
But it’s a silly fear. It’s a childish fear. And I’m not a child anymore. I can leave all that fear behind. I’ve grown past it and worked hard to become the person I am today, and even though I’m still cracked and chipped and worn, even though I’m not whole yet, I’m still here and I’m still myself.
I’m with Kellen and when I’m in his arms, I can let myself be who I am and nothing else.
No horrors from the past, no ghosts or hauntings. Only him and me, our bodies, our pleasure. Only right here and now.
“Please, Kellen,” I whisper, touching his cheek with one palm. “I want it.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I need it. I’m ready. God, I think I’ve been ready for you for a long time.”
His eyes flash and I feel him against my pussy. He’s so big, so thick, I don’t know how he can possibly fit, but Kellen kisses me and rubs himself along my slick folds before adjusting slightly—
And drives himself slowly inside.
I gasp and arch my back, and fuck, oh my god, it hurts and it feels amazing, this insane and impossible sensation of being filled and taken mingled with an intense bliss that I never once imagined, and yes, there’s pain beneath it all, pain at the size of him as I acclimate to being stretched wide.
But he goes slow. At first, anyway. Slow enough that I pant along, mouth hanging open, and he whispers in my ear, “You feel like fucking heaven, Tara, so tight and wet and gorgeous. Fuck, you’re dripping down my shaft, you’re so goddamn soaked, you really did want to get fucked by me, you filthy girl. You’ve been alone in that cottage touching your soaked little cunt, dreaming of me fucking you roughly until you scream my name all these years, haven’t you? And now you’re mine, all fucking mine.”
I gasp and arch my back as he fucks me faster. He bites my shoulder and I grind my hips, each movement sending a new sharp pang of thrilling euphoria up my spine and into my brain, and this man is paradise, he’s hell and he’s heaven, he’s everything I hate and everything I need. I dig my fingers into his back and he roars with want and fucks me, god, he fucks me rough and my body’s trembling, shaking with his hard thrusts—
And I come in a cascade of twitching, uncontrolled, rapturous elation. I fall into euphoria, my brain either totally gone or completely pinned to this moment, I can’t tell and don’t care, it’s beyond anything I’ve experienced before and when I’m finished, I collapse back onto the pillows and he’s kissing me like he can’t get enough either.
“Look at you,” he whispers. “Beautiful girl. Lovely fucking girl. God, I love watching you turn pink and come like that. I love everything about you from your pretty lips and breasts down to your calves and toes. I want to ruin you, Tara, and I want to rebuild you when I’m done. I want to make you all mine and never let you go. I know this marriage is supposed to be fake, but when my cock’s buried between your legs, it feels real.”
“Right now, it’s real,” I moan as he starts to fuck me again, nice and slow. I gasp and shudder, I’m so damn sensitive after that wild orgasm, but he’s relentless. He turns me over, puts my ass in the air, and slides himself in nice and deep as I stretch out and grip my fingers into the sheets.
He fucks me like that rough and fast, sliding in and out of my tight pussy. I buck against him riding his shaft, moaning the whole time. I’ve never felt so controlled and out of control in the same moment, like he’s pushing me to my limits and stretching me out beyond them, and I want to keep going, to find out what this man can make me feel. I want him to take me to a new level, one I didn’t know I could reach.
I want it real. I want it raw. I want to sweat and moan and scream and hurt and come and I want it all with him. With Kellen, my husband. God, for once in my life, I want to feel something good.
I sit up and kiss him over my shoulder. I grind my hips with his cock deep inside and he teases my breasts and pulls my hair. “I want to fill you to the brim,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to come as I fill you, my little wife.”