Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
The only problem is that I want it.
Deep in the darkness of my chest, I fucking need it.
Slap!
I gasp as the sting registers on my face. He just…slapped me and…I’m wet.
Holy fuck. I’m really insane.
“Run your mouth again and I’ll fuck you raw in the ass.” He grabs my chin with his calloused fingers and shakes me, and I swear I’m dripping into my shorts.
I stop fighting for a second and he uses the time to release my wrists, grab my hair, and ram me against the stairs. I yelp and my hands shoot for him in a mad act of defense, but it’s too late. He’s already ripping at my shorts.
I kick my legs in the air, fighting with everything I have. I fight like I’ve never fought before until I actually believe that I want out of this, that this isn’t something I already agreed to by not saying that damn word.
Even in my madness, my strength doesn’t match his. He yanks the shorts off and throws them away, then all but rips off my panties. I gasp when the gesture creates friction against my swollen clit.
He slaps me on the pussy and I squeal, my back arching. The stairs feel so rough against my back, but even they add a strange sense of stimulation.
“Look at your cunt weeping for me. Such a dirty slut.”
“I’m not…not a slut…”
He smacks me on my most intimate part again and I whimper-squeal as he savagely thrusts two fingers inside me. It’s so much rougher than when I handle myself, primal and filled with a blinding type of control.
“Do you feel how my fingers are stretching your channel? Soon, it’ll be my dick and it’s bigger and harder. Feel your juices coating me and inviting me in?” He rubs the heel of his palm against my clit at the same time as he pounds into me with his two merciless fingers and I’m a goner.
A fucking goner.
I don’t even last a few seconds under his callous ministration as my mouth falls open and I scream.
The stimulation is the strongest I’ve ever experienced, and as a result, I come the hardest and strongest I ever have. The waves roll off me until I think I’m blacking out.
“Yes, strangle my fingers before you take my thick dick up this tight cunt.”
His words add fuel to my orgasm and I don’t think I fall down from it as the sound of his zipper reaches my ear.
He forces my thighs apart, not so gently. “Open them wide for me and keep them there.”
I try to fight, but he pinches my clit, causing a sob to tear from me.
With his hand in my hair, he wraps the other around my throat and powers inside me in one brutal go.
My mouth remains open in a soundless cry and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
True, I’m wet. True, I was ready and stimulated from my orgasm, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared me for the violation of his huge cock. It’s the literal definition of being torn apart and feeling every second of it.
“Mmm…a fucking virgin. Even fucking better.” The satisfaction and pure sadism in his tone leave me gasping. “I can feel your blood coating my dick. The best lube I’ve ever had.”
He pulls back almost all the way out and slams back in. Tears gather in my eyes from the sting of it.
God, it’s painful.
It’s painful like nothing I’ve felt before.
It’s painful like I’m going to vomit my guts out and choke on them.
And the most screwed-up part is that I’m craving the degradation and the immorality of it all. My brain and body have morphed into addicts and this is my fix.
He drives into me with renewed energy, as if he’s indeed trying to tear my flesh and leave me bleeding on the floor.
I’m gasping for air, spluttering and sobbing, and even that feels like too much to my battered state of mind.
“It hurts…oh, please, it hurts…” I don’t know why I’m saying it. It’s not like I want him to stop. In fact, I’m falling into the sting of pain more than I would ever admit.
But he doesn’t slow down anyway. He takes it to the next level until my breathing is chopped off.
Until all I’m releasing are guttural sounds from deep in my soul.
I know it then.
He’ll never stop.
Not unless I say the word to end it all.
But I don’t want reality right now. Even with the pain, I’d rather stay in this alternative world.
“Mmm…yes, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice is deeper, darker, and laced with a frightening type of lust.
Animalistic, even.
He rolls his hips and then drives in again, making me see stars in the pitch-blackness. The stairs dig into my back and my air supply diminishes more by the second due to his hold on my neck and how dizzy I am.