Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
I have no clue what he’s saying.
I have absolutely no clue at all as I roll my head back and forth on his chest and whimper and jerk and twist my hips. Because he’s not just whispering these things into my ear but also rubbing my clit at the same time, and he’s right. He’s so fucking right that my pussy gets wet like no one’s business.
Because those squelching noises have jacked up.
I can hear myself getting wetter and wetter. I can hear myself juicing up.
“So yes,” he whispers again, “you do want a baby. Because that’s your purpose, Firefly. That’s why you were put on this godforsaken earth with a body like that. With hips so fleshy that you can’t help but smack them until they turn red. With tits so milky that you can’t help but bite into them and a pussy so tight that you can’t help but come inside of it. That’s why. Do you understand? That’s why you’ve got such tight curves and a body made to fuck and breed. And who’s going to breed you, baby?”
“Y-you,” I whisper back even though I have no idea how I did that.
How I formed a word and how I knew when to say it.
“Exactly.” He keeps rubbing his fingers on my pussy as his dick pumps in and out of me at a slow and a lazy pace. “Me. And why is that?”
My vision is going in and out of focus. “B-because I’m your Firefly.”
“Uh-huh. And because I’m your Thorn, aren’t I?”
“You are.”
“Good.” He presses a soft kiss in my hair. “So then no more fighting, okay? No more arguments about whether you want my baby or not. Because we both know that you do. And we both know that I’m going to give it to you.”
Drugged and hypnotized, I nod. “Okay.”
“Although,” he breathes on my forehead for a second as if it’s getting real hard for him to keep up a conversation now that everything’s settled and the pleasure is getting unbearable, “I do have to say that maybe you were right to run from me.” I stiffen then but he keeps going, “Because with a body like that, I’m gonna wanna breed you over and over again. I’m going to want to put my baby in you as soon as your tummy goes back to being all tight and trim. So a piece of advice, okay? Don’t let me catch you like that, don’t let me catch you without a baby in your belly because if I do, I’m going to hold you down wherever I find you and stick my cock in your tight hole and fuck you until I breed you again, yeah? And with your fertile pussy and my superior dick, you know I’d do it.”
And thankfully I’m not required to answer that because that’s the moment he not only smacks my pussy like he’d smacked my ass and then my tits, but I also come. And I come like a hurricane, this orgasm even more intense than my last. Although to be honest I’ve been coming ever since he started licking my pussy and then whispered filthy things in my ear.
Although this time I’m at least aware of when he pushes me down, making me go on my hands and knees, and resumes his pumping at a breakneck speed. He fucks me like he just said he would, by holding me down, his hand now wrapped around the back of my neck, and his hips slapping against my ass.
I wish I could turn my head and watch him though.
I didn’t realize it but that was one of the highlights for me. Along with his dirty but erotic words and of course his cock inside of me.
But not only is he keeping me leashed with his hand, but I also don’t have the strength to do anything but take whatever he gives me, my body jiggling and my hair flying around my face with his brutal thrusts.
Oh, and coming.
Because I haven’t stopped doing that yet.
Not even when I feel him reach climax and come himself.
In fact my never-ending orgasm becomes even stronger as I feel his dick jumping and pulsing inside of me, dumping his load. That I know I will want over and over and over again. Even when he gives me a baby and all of this is done. Because if my pussy is made to breed, then his is the cock that’s made to breed me.
And the thought is so dangerous and so sure — like the sun rising every morning — I think I see stars.
I think I see pieces of them falling all around us and I smile, still feeling his dick throbbing inside of me, still coming myself.
But then I realize these are not stars.
These are fireflies.