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)
And before I know it, something starts to build in my belly.
Especially where my belly button is.
Something tight and swollen.
Something that can be called an orgasm.
Only this isn’t mild like the orgasms that I’ve given myself in the past. Or ordinary.
This is something else.
A thunderstorm. A hurricane.
A bright flash of falling stars.
At which point, my eyes pop open and I come back to the world, and I realize that none of what’s happening is a dream.
We do fit together. It is easy to move against him. It is easy to push back against his relentless strokes. And holy God, his dick is hitting spots inside of me that my small fingers never did. My vibrator never did, even, and this is definitely the work of those ladder-like studs.
Definitely.
Not to mention, he’s stopped kissing me now.
Instead, he’s watching me.
And he’s doing that with a ferocity that matches this thing that’s swirling in my belly.
This thing that feels scary.
So much so that I hold onto him tighter. Especially when his thrusts become just as ferocious and the scariness of this all ratchets up ten-fold.
“L-Ledger…” I gasp, my eyes wide. “I think I…”
A drop of sweat from his hard-working body plops down in between my breasts. “Do it.”
I shake my head frantically. “I d-don’t… I can’t.”
“Squirt on my dick, Firefly.”
Squirt?
I can’t squirt. I’ve never squirted before.
I keep shaking my head. “I’m scared. I’m…”
Still thrusting inside of me, he comes even closer and whispers against my parted lips, “I’m here.”
“I —”
“I’ll keep you safe.”
So that’s when I do it.
I come on his dick.
No, I squirt.
Because he said he’d keep me safe.
My cum bursts out of me as that pressure in my belly pops. And it’s brutal. Violent. It’s like an exorcism that makes me throw my head back and scream up to the ceiling, up to the sky. It makes my back arch up too. Plus I think my legs are shaking. My belly is pulled tight like a drum, but even so I can’t stop my pelvis from rocking and thrusting and God, coming.
I can’t stop coming.
Or holding on to him, his shoulders, clutching them and clawing at them.
And he’s holding on to me back.
He’s keeping me grounded with a hand on my hips and the other around my neck.
Safe.
I’m so safe like this. Under his domination. His relentless thrusts.
It’s the most ferocious experience of my life. Most thunderous experience.
And no wonder he’s the one giving it to me.
The thunder itself.
My Thorn.
Who in the next second, comes as well.
With hard but erratic thrusts and his head thrown back, he comes inside of me.
His cock throbs and pulses inside my slick and swollen channel.
As it fills me with his cum.
Fills me and fills me with his life-giving cum.
Fills me to the point that I feel it overflowing, smearing my thighs, the sheets. And I close my eyes and pray. I pray that despite everything, it takes root. It latches on inside of me and gives me a piece of him.
Of the guy made of thorns and thunder.
Of the guy I used to love.
It’s the most selfish thing that I’ve ever done, that I’ve ever wished for, but I can’t help it.
I can’t help it that when he comes down from his high, I kiss him back with everything that I am.
And when he finishes kissing me and goes down my body to lap up the sprinkled juices, I can’t help but moan and let him. I can’t help but let him suck on my tits and my soft belly. I can’t help but think that maybe he’s doing more than that. He’s sucking on my juices, drinking them from my belly button, but he’s also imagining and praying for things like me.
For his seed to take root in my womb and give him a little piece of me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Her Beautiful Thorn
She’s sleeping.
Completely dead to the world.
I guess I tired her out.
Both by the animalistic way I fucked her and then by the bath I drew for her.
To soothe her aches and soreness.
I’m not going to lie, I’ve always been proud of my dick, its size and its girth. And I mean that in a very vain and immature way. In a way where you strut around the locker room looking self-important because you’re an arrogant asshole. And when I got it pierced, somewhere in the back of my mind I had this very hypothetical idea of giving her pleasure at the cost of my pain.
And yes, I felt proud about that too.
Proud that I could take the pain — although it turned out to be extremely underwhelming — and that if I ever got a chance, if I ever got lucky enough, to get near her sweet pussy, I’d blow her mind.
Although I think she blew my mind.
With how tight she was. How small and soft.