Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
A groan escapes my lips at the feel of her cunt tightly wrapped around my cock. “You feel so good, Lake. So fucking tight,” I tell her, listening to her mumbled cries. “You’re doing so good for me.” She tries to take in a breath, but my hand covers most of her tear-streaked face. “Taking my cock like the good whore I knew you’d be.”
She shakes her head, trying to free her face from my hand. I smile, tightening my hold, and lift her head back at an odd angle. My hips thrust forward, slamming into her, loving the way her body shakes under mine. Her hands come up and try to pry mine off her face, but it does no good. “Fight me, Lake,” I tell her. “Pretend you don’t want me when we both know your pussy is soaking wet.”
Her hands drop from mine as I feel her body starting to go soft, and I finally remove my hand from her face, allowing her to suck in a deep breath. I don’t want her passing out. Not today.
Sitting up, I grip her hips with my hands, smearing more blood on her body. I want her covered in it along with this bed. I don’t need her to bleed a lot. A little can go a long way when done right.
“I … hate you.” She sobs, her hands pushing against the headboard.
Smiling, I pause, my dick buried deep inside her cunt. “That’s not going to keep you from coming on my cock.”
LAIKYN
Fire is all I can think of. I’m burning from the inside out.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I was never allowed toys. The fear of touching myself made me sick to my stomach. If I made myself bleed, I’d be a disgrace to my family. Luke would have thought I wasn’t a virgin. Now I wish I would have just done it myself so Tyson wouldn’t have that satisfaction.
I cough and spit on the bed, not caring what he thinks of me, just wanting to get the blood out of my mouth. He holds me down, one hand in my hair, the other on my hip while his cock continues to tear me apart.
My hands grip the sheets, the headboard—anywhere I can get ahold of.
My face is covered in tears, drool, and my blood. I can’t stop sobbing. I feel like twenty-one years was just ripped away from me, but my body is enjoying it.
His grip in my hair tightens and he adjusts my head, shoving my face into the blood-stained comforter. I try to push myself up but he’s too strong. I can’t breathe. The taste of blood fills my mouth once again and bile rises. I have to force it down, so I don’t drown in my own vomit.
“Goddamn, Lake.” I hear him groan, and my pussy tightens around his dick at the sound.
He lets go of my hair, and I lift my head, sucking in a sharp breath, my lungs burning. He pulls out of me, and I sag against the bed, trying to catch my breath. But he grabs my hips and throws me onto my back once again, forcing me to look up at him.
He spreads my legs wide with his, and my eyes drop to his dick. It stands straight up, long and hard. A barbell piercing through the bottom of the shaft. It’s covered in blood and so is his lower abdomen.
“Please,” I beg, placing my hands on his bare muscular chest. “It hurts.”
He tilts his head to the side, his hand going to his dick, and he strokes it slowly. His eyes soften but quickly harden and it makes me wonder if I’m seeing shit. The lack of oxygen is making me delirious.
Reaching out, he grabs my hips and yanks me farther down the bed and pushes into me once again. I arch my neck and let out a scream as that burning sensation intensifies at his roughness. He wraps a hand around my neck and squeezes, digging the choker into my skin and cutting off my air.
Leaning over my body, he thrusts into me over and over. His eyes staring into mine, watching the tears run down the side of my face while he fucks me. “You’re doing so good, Lake. So fucking good. Look how well your pussy is taking my cock.”
My arms fall to my sides and dots take over his features. I’m going to pass out. Or he’s going to kill me. Either way, all I can do is take it.
But something else is happening. I feel a different kind of heat. That fire burning inside me starts crawling up my legs to my stomach. That is quickly replaced with a numbing and tingling sensation. Chills cover my entire body but I feel hot at the same time. Is this what it feels like to die?