Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Noelle shook her head.
“It’s going to look even better with my cum leaking from it.”
So dirty. So hot.
Evil let go of her ass and then gave it a little smack. “We’re going to have some fun.”
She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he opened up the lubrication, removed the seal, and then held two fingers together while he pressed some of the lube onto them.
Those fingers suddenly pressed against her asshole. A whimper escaped.
“Don’t fight it. It’s going to feel weird, but you’re going to have to trust me.”
And she did.
His fingers did feel weird, but she didn’t fight him. He pushed inside one finger, and then the other, and he began to ease his fingers apart, spreading them open and working her. He moved in and out at a steady pace, getting her accustomed to the feel of him.
She couldn’t resist pressing back a little when it didn’t feel quite full enough.
“You want my dick, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.” There was no reason to lie. With Evil, she wanted it all.
He gave that dark, delicious chuckle, and then his fingers were gone.
She couldn’t quite see him, but she heard him moving, felt the bed as he did so, and then his slick cock was against her anus.
“I’m going to go slow. Give you a chance to take all of it.”
Noelle was tempted to tell him to just take her, to fuck her, that she could take it, but this was … so different. She wasn’t going to ruin it by not being able to handle everything he threw her way. His cock was a lot bigger than his fingers. A hell of a lot bigger.
Noelle couldn’t contain her wince. There was a slight pain, but she fought against it, and Evil slid inside her, inch by inch.
She didn’t know if taking it slow was the right thing to do because the pain mixed with the pleasure was almost too much for her to bear. Her sensations were all on overdrive. Nothing focused.
At one point, Evil let go of his cock, and his hands locked with hers resting on either side of her head, and she was thankful for that.
His lips were against her ear. “You’re a good girl. You’ve taken all of my dick, all of it.”
It felt so good as well. Strange. Full. A little painful, but also pleasurable.
“Please,” she said.
“Feel it,” he said.
There was no way for her to not feel it. He was everywhere. Not a part of her couldn’t feel him. Everywhere, and that was amazing. She didn’t want him to stop. Nor for it to end. This was what she wanted so much. More than anything.
Then he started to thrust inside her. Evil didn’t lose control. He took his time, allowing her to get accustomed to the feel of his large dick as he worked her ass.
The pain evaporated. Especially when he released her hand and then reached between her thighs. He’d already given her so many orgasms, Noelle didn’t think it was possible to even have any more, but this was Evil.
He was the one in charge. The one who knew what he was doing.
With each flick of his finger, the pain vanished, replaced with a need unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt greedy from all the pleasure. A desperation.
Evil didn’t stop. He made her take it and thrust her over the edge so that she screamed his name. Evil wasn’t too far behind her, coming deep in her ass, filling her up, and making her his once again.
There was now no a part of her that hadn’t been claimed by him. Evil owned her.
But her biggest concern now—for how long would he want her?
Chapter Nine
“Tell me about your life,” Evil said.
Noelle looked up from her carton of Chinese food. He couldn’t quite read her expression, but he knew he’d made her uncomfortable.
They had been fucking for twenty-four hours straight, and he didn’t have a problem with that. He loved being inside her.
They hadn’t exactly talked though, and that, he didn’t like. This was all new to him. Talking with women wasn’t something he was good at.
“My life?” she asked.
“Yeah, your life before you met me.”
“There’s not much to tell. I’m sure you know all about it.”
“I know what they want to tell me on facts and clinical details. I want to know more about you.”
Noelle scooped some noodles onto her chopsticks and stuck them into her mouth. Chewing as she did.
Evil watched her.
“There’s not a lot to know. Not really. My life as a kid sucked. I had a great grandma. She used to love canning. I remember her constantly growing vegetables and fruits, then all the way in September, she’d can them all for the next year. Always, without fail. She would even have it when she would make a specific day that day. Like, I don’t know, the fourteenth was apple day. Actually, that’s not accurate. There were always so many apples that it would be an entire weekend.”