Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“You’ll pay for that, flower.” He chuckles, his voice dark and smoky.
My legs tremble, and I can feel the evidence of my arousal dripping down my legs.
“Done screaming already? This doesn't do it for you, does it?"
My dress is shoved up to my back, my panties torn off in a rough jerk that I know will leave marks. He presses his hands against mine over the edge of the table. "Leave them there, or I’ll tie you up and leave you this way, so wet and needy you can barely think straight."
I clutch onto the table and squeeze my eyes shut to focus on the sensations. His calloused hand smooths over my bare ass, then his thumb dips into my crack, drifting lower and lower until he reaches that tight ring of muscles. Gentler than I anticipated, he prods against the hole until his thumb slips inside. The sensation is strange and a little uncomfortable.
I squeak, and he pushes in a little more. "Your ass is even tighter. Soon, I'll fuck you here, but not tonight. For this, I want your pussy."
He leans over me again. There's the soft whish of fabric being moved then the thick head of his length brushes against my swollen, aching flesh. Goose bumps pebble my flesh, and when he presses against me, I reach back to try to slow him.
The air leaves my lungs when he presses all the way in, hard and fast, so brutal my hip bones dig into the table. His hands clamp onto mine. "What the fuck did I say? Don't move."
I try to speak, but the words are all muffled with the stupid gag in my mouth. When I squirm, he takes one of his hands and presses my cheek into the wood. I reach up again, red-hot rage simmering in my veins, and scratch at him, trying to make him let go.
"Is that how you want it? Fine."
He pulls out and slams back into me. The tight muscles clamp around him, and the sensation vibrates through me. Why does this feel so good when I hate him for every second, for all the shame already building inside my chest for wanting it, and needing it? His other hand tangles in my hair, and he pulls me up, one arm slipping around my waist. Keeping his fingers wrapped in my loose hair, he curves me backward, keeping control, steering me. It hurts and feels so good at the same time.
"Go on, then, little wallflower. You want to fight me? Then fight me.”
I squirm, but it only causes him to go deeper, so deep, it feels like he’s in my stomach. I scratch at his arms and try to kick out my legs, but he has me pulled up tight against him, and my legs only manage to tangle with his. The world starts to spin, and I realize that we’re moving, each step making me take him deeper. I barely have time to try again when we are in my room, and I'm slammed against the window. My face smears on the glass, my breath fanning out in a steaming arc to fog it.
"Open your eyes. Take a look out there."
I blink, his words sinking in. Outside the dark window is a bench, and a man, one of his creepy friends probably. Before I can comprehend what is happening, Drew pulls out and shoves back in hard. The sill digs into my skin, and I grab it to put distance between the wood and me.
"You tried. Now it's my turn."
Then he shows me he's been holding out all along when his grip tightens all around me. He bends my spine almost painfully and pounds into me harshly. His pace is brutal, and it feels like he’s trying to fuck himself through me. Beneath the pain is intense pleasure, bringing me higher and higher. Soon, I'm pressing back against him, wanting more, needing it harder and faster. What is wrong with me? I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want him, but I do. I want it so badly it’s all I think about, all I can feel. I’m consumed by Drew, and I don’t know how to save myself from drowning in his need.
"That's a good girl. Show them who you belong to, let the world know you liked to be fucked like a dirty little slut.” Fuck. I let out a little whimper, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. "You want more? Tell me what you need. Does my little flower want more of my cock? Or do you want me to stretch out that tight ass of yours? Will you still beg me with your weeping pussy if I do?"
“No.” I gasp behind the gag. The fear of him fucking my ass without proper foreplay is terrifying.