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)
“That’s it, little darling.” He lowers his mouth to my face and licks my innocence off my lips before growling. “Let it go. Be a good girl and come all over my bloody cock. Show me how much you like it.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about. I can barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears. Then everything goes bright like a burst of energy shoots through me. My body tenses, my back bows, and my eyes shut. Or I lose my sight completely. I’m not sure.
My body rocks back and forth a few more times before his dick pulses inside me. I’m gasping for breath when I look up and see he’s hovering over me. One bloody hand cupping my face while the other is on the comforter by my head.
“You’re okay,” he tells me, and I don’t understand why he would say that.
My hands slap at his chest, and he sits up, grabbing both wrists and holding them captive to stop me. “Breathe, Lake.” His eyes are on mine. “Deep breaths.”
I’m shaking uncontrollably. My body sweating and still tingling. I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning. “I—”
“Don’t talk,” he orders. “Just breathe.”
He releases my wrists and pulls his cock from my pussy, making me flinch at how sore it is. Everything hurts. My hips, my throat, my jaw, my back. My fucking teeth are chattering, for Christ’s sake.
Cupping my face, he wipes his fingers across my cheek, and I realize I’m still crying. “Sit up.” He doesn’t even allow me to do it. He grips my shoulders and pulls me to a sitting position.
Getting off the bed, he bends over and slides one arm under my shaking legs, the other around my back, and he lifts me up off the bed, carrying me to the bathroom. We enter the glass shower that takes up the large corner, and he sets me on the cold tiled bench seat before turning on the showerhead.
Adjusting the water, I sit silently staring at the floor. I had an orgasm. I’ve read about it but never experienced it before. I’ve heard that it’s hard to get off your first time, but I didn’t have a problem.
What does that say about me? Why did my body enjoy something so wrong? So painful? It betrayed me. My mind knew what we were doing was wrong, but that didn’t matter. Sex is manipulation, and he just found out how much he can use that.
Warm water hits my chest, and I lean into it, my body freezing.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I lift my head and look up at him. He’s got his hand out to me. “Can you stand?” he asks.
Not really sure. I make it to my shaky legs and pray that I don’t give him the satisfaction of falling to my knees.
TWELVE
TYSON
I take the sprayer and wash off what’s left of her innocence. She bows her head, watching it go down the drain.
The poor thing had never orgasmed before. She didn’t know what the fuck hit her. I can say I was surprised. I was sure she had fooled around with herself before and gotten off. A woman doesn’t have to fuck a dick or dildo to come. Has she never touched herself before?
What twenty-one-year-old woman has never used a vibrator on her clit? Or rubbed one out with her fingers?
Her entire body is still feeling it. She stands before me shaking and still trying to catch her breath. Of course, that could be from me choking her as well.
“You’ve never gotten yourself off?” I break the silence.
She wraps her arms around herself and shakes her head, staring at the floor.
“Turn around,” I order.
Happy to do so, she almost trips over her own feet. Before she can fall into the wall, I wrap an arm around her thin waist to hold her up. She whimpers in my grip.
I lean down, my lips next to her ear. “Spread your legs and place your hands on the wall in front of you.”
She sucks in a shaky breath but does as she’s told.
I smile. My wife is already being a greedy slut. Fuck, I couldn’t have planned this better. Gripping her chin, I lift her neck so she has to arch her back while my other hand comes around her body, lowering the sprayer to her pussy.
She cries out, trying to get away from me, her hands gripping my forearm, but I tighten my hold, keeping her in place. “Hands on the wall, Lake,” I command.
After a long second, she reaches out and flattens her hands on the white tile.
“Good girl,” I tell her, and she sucks in a deep breath. “There are so many ways I can get you off, little darling,” I inform her.
I know she’s hurting, but I’m not going to show her any mercy. I’ll work through her soreness. She fights my hold, but I don’t let up. I keep the showerhead on her pussy. I can’t see what I’m actually doing from this angle, but the way her breath hitches, I’d say I’m close enough.