Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
The pain and the pleasure tangled together until I couldn’t separate them. Every thrust hurt, but every thrust also hit something deep inside me that made my whole body light up with sensation. I was being deflowered, claimed, used—and I was crying and struggling and feeling more like a woman than I ever had in my life.
I felt like a virgin and a whore at the same time. Like something sacred was being profaned, and like that profanation was exactly what I needed. My pussy clenched around Mike’s thick shaft, and I heard myself making sounds I’d never made before—desperate, animal noises that should have embarrassed me, but only seemed to spur him on.
“Please,” I sobbed, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. “Please, sir, I need—I can’t—”
“You need to come,” Mike growled, his thrusts never faltering. “Don’t you?”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Please, may I come? Please, I need it so badly—”
His hand released one of my legs and moved between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it firmly. “You’ve been such a good girl,” he said, his voice rough with exertion and desire. “Such a brave little slut, taking my cock in your virgin pussy. You may come as much as you want now. Come on my cock, Laura. Show me what a good girl you are.”
The permission was all I needed. The orgasm that had been building since he first put his tongue on me crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my whole body convulsing as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain radiated through every nerve. My pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, and I felt him groan above me, felt him drive even deeper as my body milked him.
But he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through the orgasm, and before the first one had even fully subsided, I felt another building. And another. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. I was sobbing, screaming, my hands clawing at the comforter as Mike used my body exactly the way he wanted.
Finally, he pulled out, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. But before I could process what was happening, his strong hands were flipping me over onto my stomach.
“On your knees,” he commanded. “Face down.”
I scrambled to obey, my legs shaking so badly I could barely support my weight. He positioned me exactly how he wanted—knees spread wide, my face pressed into the comforter, my bottom raised high in the air.
Then I felt him behind me, felt the broad head of his cock pressing against the no-longer-virgin entrance to my pussy again. He gripped my hips and thrust inside in one brutal stroke, and I screamed into the comforter. This angle was different—deeper, more intense. His lap slammed into my punished bottom with each thrust, sending fresh jolts of pain through the welts.
This is how a naughty slut gets fucked, I thought hazily. Face down and ass up, her master towering over her, looking down to watch his cock surging in and out of her needy little cunt.
The new angle drove his cock so deep inside me that I felt like he was touching my soul. My fingers clawed at the comforter, searching for purchase, for anything to anchor me to reality as another orgasm ripped through my body. I sobbed his name into the fabric, barely able to form words.
“That’s it,” Mike growled above me, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises. “Come on my cock like a good little whore.”
I did. Over and over. Each thrust seemed to trigger another wave of pleasure, until I lost count of how many times my pussy clenched around him. My whole body was trembling, covered in sweat, utterly spent but still somehow climbing toward another peak.
Mike’s rhythm became erratic, his breathing ragged. I felt his fingers dig even harder into my flesh, felt him swell impossibly larger inside me. Then with a guttural groan, he drove deep and held himself there. The hot pulse of his release filling me triggered one final orgasm, and I screamed into the comforter as we came together.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. He stayed buried inside me, his weight partially resting on my back, both of us struggling to catch our breath. I could feel his heart hammering against my shoulder blade, could feel his cock still twitching inside my used pussy.
“I love you,” I whispered, the words spilling out before I could stop them. I hadn’t meant to say it. Hadn’t planned to admit the terrifying truth that had been growing inside me since—when? Since he first spanked me? Since he fed me dinner on the plane? Since this morning when he called me brave?