Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
I'm almost feverish with desire. Overtaken with all those feelings I fought to keep out for fucking years. Nothing matters right now, everything other than Nox forgotten and pushed to the side. I don't think about Sam. I don't think about Robin's disappearance. All I can focus on is the cock punishing me for every minute we spent apart, driving into me with a punishing force that threatens to rip me up from the inside.
"Please, Nox," I whisper. "Please don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it, little bird. Keep taking it like a good fucking slut. Spread your legs wider for me."
I do as I'm told, ignoring the pain from having my thighs spread so wide my muscles hurt. Nothing matters but being his good little whore, submitting to him in every way he wants and giving him everything he desires. I want to be nothing more than a fuckdoll. An object he uses to fuel his desire, a fleshlight for him to fuck, a blow-up doll he can use and abuse any time and any way he fucking wants to.
His cock is impossibly hard inside me, tightening while I clench. I can feel the veins throbbing, making him harder than I thought possible. It's been so long since I felt Parker Miller inside me. But this isn't him. This is Nox. And Nox doesn't love June. Nox only sees me.
Getting lost in the carnage of the situation, I allow my eyes to roll back and my body to submit to his every wicked desire. I want so much more but I force myself to grit my teeth and stop fucking begging. I accept his rewards and his punishments together, my body letting him in, even when my mind refuses to do so.
He's stretching me so bad it hurts. I've never had a cock like his, this big, this fucking demanding. He's going to tear me apart and there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop him.
And I don't even want him to stop...
Crazed thoughts enter my mind and I dig my nails into his back, scratching, hissing his name as he continues to fuck me mercilessly.
"I missed your cock so much," I whisper, unable to help myself. "I missed it inside me, missed it fucking me..."
"It missed you too," Nox grunts. "I'm not letting anyone else have this pussy. You got that, little bird? All your holes are mine. If I see someone else ogle you, I'm going to fucking kill them."
"You're crazy," I breathe. "You're so fucking sick and twisted..."
"If you think that's going to stop me, you're fucking wrong," he roars, plunging his cock deep inside me and making me cry out in pain. "That's right, I want it to fucking hurt you, little bird. I want your cunt sore and desperate for my cum to soothe it. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Y-Yes," I admit readily as blood from his face drips onto my tits. My head is too fucked to start wondering how fucked up all this is. I want him. I want to come on his cock. I want to be filled with his seed. I want to be dripping with his cum. I want to dip my fingers in and lick every drop he pumps inside me. "Give it to me, Nox. I want it, I'll do anything."
"Keep begging," he grunts. "I want to hear your sweet voice..."
"Please, Nox." My voice keeps fucking breaking and I flush deeply, realizing how embarrassing it is. Yet still, I continue, "Please, keep fucking me, fill me, give me everything, I want it all."
He growls and pulls me closer, sliding my body down until my legs wrap around his hips. He grabs my ass and continues to pound me while I close my eyes and shiver under the pressure of what we've done.
I'm fucking the psycho stalker who's been abusing me since I was eighteen years old. I've let him have it all, my orgasms, my life, my fucking dignity. And the worst part is, I never want him to give it back. I'm his property now – fully his. For ever.
"Fill me please," I beg desperately. "Give it to me, I don't want to wait any longer."
"Not done," he replies with a grunt. "You sound so pretty when you beg, but you need to shut the fuck up."
"Please, Nox, I –" I don't get to finish my words because he covers my mouth with his hand, pressing down hard.
"Don't talk. Shut up. Let me fuck you. I want to watch you struggle."
Every sentence that leaves his lips is like a nail in my coffin. I feel like I'm going to fall apart. But I still don't want him to stop. Even though my body knows this is bad, I don't want it to ever end. It's too addicting, getting lost in his abuse. Bending to his will. I don't want this to ever, ever end.