Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Do it,” I order.
“Patience.”
And then he’s biting and sucking and marking me again, at the same time opening me up with first one finger, then two, twisting when he pushes in, making sure to massage my prostate. Each time it’s like he shoots me higher and higher, almost like I’m not in my body anymore. I’m in this world where nothing matters but pleasure, though I know it will all come crumbling down around me. That I’ll detonate the bomb that explodes our whole fucking world.
“You like this, don’t you? You fight all day every day, but then you come apart for me. Only fucking me. No one else makes you lose it like this, do they?”
They don’t, but I’m sure as shit not telling him that. “Shut up and fuck me.”
“When have you ever felt this good? Why do you want it over so quickly? You don’t think you deserve it?”
Alarm bells go off inside my head. He’s not supposed to see that. I’m not supposed to feel that. I squeeze my eyes shut, but it does nothing to block out Tiernan’s words.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me,” Tiernan grits out. The stretch in my ass grows, the fullness intensifying as he works another finger into me. “I should kill you for it. You should run from me after hearing that, but neither of us will do what we’re supposed to do.”
You don’t know why I’m here. I’m going to ruin your life. I’m going to steal your father from you, even if I die in the process.
“Stop talking,” I demand.
“You’re mine now until I say otherwise.”
An argument doesn’t come, instead words that stab my father in the back. “Then you’re fucking mine too.”
Tiernan curses, and then his fingers are gone. His weight lifts off me, every nerve inside me craving it back.
He grabs a condom and rips it open with his teeth. “Get on your hands and knees.”
And for this moment, the fight is gone. I hunger for him too much.
I get into position as Tiernan lubes up his dick. He doesn’t go slow, doesn’t ease me into it, just presses the head of his dick against my hole, pushes slightly, then snaps his hips forward.
“Harder,” immediately falls from my lips.
Tiernan grabs my hips, pressing with enough strength to leave bruises, then pulls out and thrusts into me hard and fast again. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, just hammers into me like he promised, like I need. I push back to meet him, still fisting the pillows. My body is still adjusting too, he’s thick, filling me almost to the point of pain, but it’s a reminder that I’m alive, when I’ve never wanted a reminder before.
“Look at you. Your ass is fucking begging for it. I knew you wanted to be my good boy, knew you’d love taking my dick. It’s like your ass was made for me.”
Here, with him, right now, I almost believe him.
Tiernan wraps his arms around me and pulls me up so my back is flush against his chest. He still fucks into me, the sound of our sex loud and primal in the room. The way our bodies slap together, the growls and needy sounds we both make…it’s the greatest rush.
He grabs my head, turns it to the side and kisses me, tongue pushing into my mouth, dick ravaging my ass, and I crave every fucking second of it. I’m dying for more.
Tiernan knocks my hand away when I wrap it around my shaft. He takes me in hand instead, working my dick with fast, skilled strokes.
The room spins, the whole damn world tilting on its axis. Between my ass, my dick, and the way he’s kissing me, it’s all too much, like it short-circuits my body, fries my insides. I push against him, wrap one arm up and behind me so it’s around his shoulders. The second my orgasm rips through me, I bite his lip.
Tiernan’s movements become jerkier, but he doesn’t stop fucking, doesn’t stop working the huge load out of my balls, his hand slick with my cum. And when there’s nothing left for me to give, he eases away just enough so I can see him rub his chest, his throat, covering himself in my cum.
My nostrils flare, jaw tight. I can’t stop myself from spilling the truth. “Come on me. Make me smell like you too. I fucking hate you for making me want it.”
He grins, darkly, dangerously. “I hate you too.”
Tiernan pulls out, tugs the condom off, then pushes me down to my stomach. His hand furiously works his shaft, my cum helping slick the way. Seconds later the first spurt hits my ass, my back, and then he’s turning me slightly to the side so he can finish by shooting all over my stomach.