Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Until he rubbed those two fingers over my prostate.
I moaned like a whore, my back arching right before I hissed a breath through my teeth, pain pulsing through my muscles. Niran growled at me in warning. “Lay flat and don’t fucking move, kon-dii. I won’t be happy if you hurt yourself more.”
“You’re—” I moaned again, my head spinning. He was rubbing relentlessly over that sweet spot inside of me, and if he didn’t stop, I was going to come completely untouched. “You’re killing me.”
““Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” he growled, abruptly pulling his fingers out of me. I snapped my eyes open, my chest heaving. That empty in my ass feeling left me hollow everywhere. My shoulder was throbbing, but I didn’t pay it any mind. Not when my cock was leaking like a fountain and was so hard, it had its own damn heartbeat.
“Niran…” I growled through gritted teeth.
“Your punishment, kon-dii, remember?” he taunted. “You’re the one who said you’d take whatever punishment I decided to give you, correct?”
Past me needed to eat shit because what the fuck. I’d thought I might take a good fucking pounding that would make it uncomfortable to sit for a few days, but nope. Niran was pure fucking evil. He was going to toy with me and withhold my orgasm until he said he was ready for me to come.
It was torture.
“You’re a dick,” I snapped.
He snorted. “Classic comeback,” he teased. And then, he was punching his fingers inside of me again, instantly finding my prostate once more, and I forgot what the fuck we were even arguing about. I moaned, my cock leaking. I was so close. So close—
He pulled his fingers out again. Calling him a bastard was right on the tip of my tongue, but then the blunt tip of his cock was at my entrance, and he was pushing inside of me, my legs hooked over his forearms.
“Niran,” I gasped, my toes curling. He was big. Too fucking big. I couldn’t breathe. Oh, God, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t—
“Breathe,” Niran murmured, easing out and spitting on his cock before pushing back inside of me a little deeper. “You can take my cock for me, can’t you, kon-dii? You want to take it. I know you do. You’ve been dreaming of it for years. Moaning my name every time you stuffed this pretty ass full of one of your toys. I listened to you sometimes, you know?” His words were doing the trick, distracting me from the pain as he split me open on his dick. All I could focus on were his husky words and knowing he’d listened to me when I got myself off while thinking of him.
“I used to torture myself with the sounds of you working your cock and riding one of those silicone toys, kon-dii. You always sounded so beautiful when you came, my name on your lips sounding like you were praying to me. Worshiping me.”
“I was,” I choked out. “Always. You’re the only person I’ll ever wor—worship,” I gasped, my body trembling when he settled all the way inside of me, his hips flush against my ass.
“Better fucking be,” he growled, and that was the last thing I was capable of understanding. He circled his fingers around the base of my cock and proceeded to wreck me. My body jostled with every hard thrust into my ass, and my ears began to ring. All I could do was moan and whine and plead. I didn’t even know what I was saying. All I knew was that I needed to come and Niran felt so good inside of me. So right. I never wanted him to leave my body.
Tears leaked down my face, and I sobbed, my breath hitching in my throat. “Niran,” I sobbed. “P-please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blubbered. “I need to come. Please let me come. I need—” I sobbed again, more tears racing down my cheeks and into my hair.
Niran released his hold on my cock, his expression softening. My heart clenched in my chest. He was never soft for anyone, but he was soft with me. It was my fucking undoing. And thankfully, he gave me those magic words before I managed to disobey him.
“Come, kon-dii.”
I erupted, and my vision went black.
18
Bento
By the time my vision returned and my ears were no longer ringing, Niran had already cleaned me up and was sliding my boxers back up my trembling thighs. When he noticed I was conscious again, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips. “How are you feeling, kon-dii?”
I took a moment to take stock of my body. I was sore from getting the shit kicked out of me, of course. My balls were pleasantly empty, which was nice. But my ass was sore. Niran had warned me I would be, but shit. He hadn’t been kidding.