Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Kitten… I’m going to fuck your ass tonight.” His voice is low and dark as his free arm wraps around the front of my hips to lift my backside higher. “I’m going to claim this tight, sweet hole of yours, so if you don’t want that, say so now.”
The tip of his finger toys with my opening as he speaks, and I flush both at his dirty words and the sensation of him pressing there. He’s told me in the past that he intends to do this, and I want and dread it in equal measures. So far, he’s used only his finger and his tongue, and both have felt shocking, then shockingly erotic. But his cock is many times bigger. On a different night, I might’ve been too chicken to attempt it, but in this dream-like state, his size and the likely pain it portends seem less of a deterrent.
Tonight, he can do with me as he pleases. I’m at my pirate’s mercy, his prize of war to defile and enjoy.
He must read my silence as compliance because the pressure at my opening intensifies and a startled gasp escapes my lips as his lube-slickened finger slides deep into my ass. Though it’s no longer a totally new sensation, my body still clenches instinctively at the near-painful fullness, at the unsettling feeling of being invaded in this perversely erotic way.
“Shh,” he soothes, and his other hand slides between my legs, finding my swollen clit. “You’re fine, kitten… Just relax for me.” As he speaks, his second finger presses in, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, and I moan at the burning stretch, even as my clit throbs at his skilled manipulation.
“Breathe, my sweet. We’ll go slow and easy.” His voice is softer now, more hypnotic, and despite the growing discomfort, the dream-like haze persists, aided by the pleasurable tension coiling in my core. He intensifies the pressure on my clit, rolling it around in circles, and my hips begin to shimmy, chasing more of the arousal-sharpening sensation, needing to reach the mind-blanking peak. And I’m close, so very, very close… so close I don’t even mind when those invading fingers start to move inside me, fucking my ass with slow, rhythmic thrusts.
“Yes, that’s it. Such a good kitten… Don’t tense up now, stay relaxed.” His deep, soothing voice is like a glass of warm milk and cookies, even as his fingers pick up their marauding pace and his other hand continues to torment my clit, wrenching helpless moans from my throat. The burning from the stretch is lessening with every stroke, but the uncomfortable fullness persists, each thrust opening me anew, adding to the peculiar eroticism of this violation. On my knees, with my peaked nipples rubbing against the slick surface of the bench and my body on the verge of an explosive orgasm, I feel like a human sex doll—his sex doll—and the illusion of being inside my pirate fantasy grows stronger, propelling me closer to that delicious edge.
Moaning, I clench on his fingers, thrusting my hips forward. “Please, Marcus…” The words come out on a shuddering exhale. I’m almost there but not quite, his touch on my clit a shade too light. “Please, just a little more—”
“Not yet,” he murmurs maddeningly, and before I can protest, the pressure on my clit disappears and his fingers pull out of me, leaving me open and strangely empty. A second later, there’s another trickle of cool liquid, and something much bigger presses between my cheeks.
It’s his cock, I realize, my breath catching as the thick, blunt head begins to penetrate me.
Without the preparation with his fingers, this wouldn’t have been possible. Even like this, the stinging stretch is nearly more than I can bear. My breathing turns shallow, my pulse jumping in panic as my body slowly gives way. For a few moments, it feels like it won’t work at all, but finally, with a dizziness-inducing pop, the thickest part of his cock breaks through the ring of muscle, and he slides deeper into me.
Right away, he stills, and I feel a hand gently stroke my hip, even as the fingers on my clit resume their torment. “Are you okay, kitten?” he asks softly. “Do you want me to stop?”
I drag a breath into my deflated lungs, trying to think, but I’m too overwhelmed by the cacophony of sensations in my body. I thought I was full before, but it’s nothing compared to the feel of him inside me. He’s not even all the way in, and I’m bursting at the seams, completely overtaken. My heartbeat is a frantic drumroll in my chest, my body stretched beyond its limits, yet somehow, the throbbing ache of arousal is still there, stoked by his skillful manipulation of my clit and the dark fantasy playing out in my mind.