Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
“Please don’t,” I gasped, but there was no real heat behind my words.
He licked the bite slowly as if he were savoring the copper tang he’d created. And bit again. Harder.
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered, hating myself for loving the shame that burned through me.
His guttural growl of approval vibrated against my throat. He spun me and pressed my chest into the brick. My cheek scraped rough mortar, breasts crushed painfully. I was helpless as he worked my jeans down to my ankles. Cold air kissed my thighs, and I grew hotter.
My panties, black lace, were ripped down to mid-thigh in one savage yank. The elastic snapped against my skin, stinging.
Rain lashed my bare ass sliding down over my exposed cunt. I heard his zipper and the wet slap of a massive cock being freed. Despite the onslaught of noise all around me, I heard the slick sound of his fist pumping over his dick. It was obscene. It was hot.
He slapped his cock on my ass, spreading pre-cum over my skin. I tried to brace, palms flat on the wall, but there was no preparation for what came next.
My voice was locked in my throat when his blunt, scalding crown nudged my entrance, and parted my folds. He drove forward, one merciless thrust that buried every inch in a single stroke.
I screamed and rose on my toes. The sound ricocheted off the brick, raw and animalistic. He was too big, too thick, the stretch a white-hot burn that blurred the line between agony and ecstasy.
My pussy walls fluttered wildly, trying to adjust to his immense size, trying to push him out and drag him in deeper at the same time.
He didn’t give me a second to breathe, just pulled back until only the head remained notched in my hole and slammed home again harder, balls slapping my clit with a wet, sloppy noise.
He fucked me like punishment. Like he worshiped me.
Each thrust punched the air from my lungs, drove my hips into the wall, scraped my nipples raw against wet fabric. His hand clamped over my mouth again, three thick fingers shoving between my teeth so I tasted leather and salt and rain. I bit down hard, but he only growled and fucked me harder.
The other hand dug bruises into my hip, fingers spanning almost my entire waist, holding me exactly where he wanted while he rutted like a beast. He made it so I couldn’t verbally protest, couldn’t tell him no or stop.
But the truth was… I didn’t know if I would have.
His cock dragged over every sensitive spot inside me until I was sobbing around his fingers, drooling, mascara no doubt running black rivers down my cheeks.
“Gonna breed this cunt,” he snarled, pace turning brutal, hips snapping so hard the impacts jolted up my spine. “Pump you so full my cum it leaks out of you for days.” He grunted like an animal. “Every step you take tomorrow, you’ll feel me dripping down your thighs and remember who owns this greedy little hole.”
He pulled me away from the wall and bent me forward even more so that my back was all but parallel with the ground.
“Come for me. Squeeze that tiny cunt around my cock and milk me.”
His words detonated inside me. My orgasm hit like a freight train, violent, ripping through every nerve. My body clamped down in ruthless spasms, milking him like he demanded, trying to keep him buried forever.
He cursed, low and vicious, hips stuttering, and then shoved impossibly deep and held inside of me.
I felt the first jet of cum like a brand, hot and thick, flooding my insides. Pulse after pulse, he emptied himself into me, grinding slow and filthy, making sure every drop stayed deep. The sounds were sloppy, his seed sloshing out of where we were connected and making a mess.
My walls fluttered around him, greedy, drinking him down while I shuddered and sobbed and wailed into his palm.
This was wrong. This feels right.
When he finally pulled out, the sudden emptiness made me whine. A gush of cum followed, thick and obscene, pouring down my thighs in heavy rivulets, mixing with rain and my own slick.
I looked over my shoulder, his skull mask still on, making this entire encounter even more degrading. He watched his cum drip for a long second then shoved three gloved fingers into me without warning, fucking his spend back inside, curling hard against my g-spot until my legs gave out and I came again, squirting around his hand, soaking his wrist.
Only then did he step back.
He zipped up slowly, deliberately, the sound loud in the sudden quiet. I braced my hands on the brick in front of me and used it to balance myself and straighten.
Before I knew what was happening—again—he spun me, pressed my back to the wall and the cold skull mask to my forehead almost tenderly.