Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
His fingers slide up from my throat to my mouth, pushing past my lips. I taste myself on them—salt and musk and something darker—and I suck instinctively, my tongue swirling around his fingers even as his cock pounds into me relentlessly.
He's everywhere at once. Filling my pussy, stimulating my clit, twisting my nipple, fingers in my mouth, pushing deeper until I gag slightly. Every nerve ending in my body is firing at the same time, and I can't—I can't—
"Come for me," he commands, his voice dark and absolute. "Come on my cock like a good little slut."
And I do.
The orgasm crashes over me with the force of a tidal wave, and I see white. Literally white. My vision goes completely blank, my body convulsing so hard the restraints bite into my ankles and wrists. I'm screaming around his fingers, or maybe I'm not making any sound at all—I can't tell anymore, can't distinguish between what's real and what's sensation.
Everything goes black.
I wake up gasping for air.
He's still fucking me.
Still buried deep inside me, his cock moving in and out with the same relentless rhythm, his fingers still working my clit. How long was I out? Seconds? Minutes? I can't tell, can't think, can't—
"There she is," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "Welcome back."
The pleasure hasn't stopped. It never stopped. My body is still riding the wave of that orgasm, or maybe it's a new one building—I can't distinguish anymore where one ends and another begins.
"I told you I'd fuck you until you scream," he continues conversationally, like he isn't destroying me. "You passed out. Did you know that? Your whole body just went limp. It was beautiful."
His fingers press harder on my clit, and I feel it building again—that impossible, overwhelming sensation that my body can't possibly sustain.
"Let's see if we can make it happen again," he murmurs.
And then he's twisting my nipple hard, grinding his cock deep inside me, rubbing my clit in fast, brutal circles—
I come again.
See white.
Everything dissolves.
When I surface this time, there's something pressed against my lips.
A sippy straw.
I blink hazily, trying to focus. He's holding a cup of water, his cock still buried inside me but not moving now. Just there. Keeping me full while I drink.
"Good girl," he coos softly, his voice gentle in a way that makes something crack in my chest. "Drink for me. You need to stay hydrated."
I drink obediently, the cool water soothing my raw throat. I didn't even realize how thirsty I was, how much I've been screaming and gasping and—
He pulls the cup away and sets it aside.
"Better?" he asks, brushing some sweat-dampened hair off my forehead with surprising tenderness.
I nod weakly, unable to form words.
"Good," he says. "Because we're not done yet."
And then he's fucking me again.
Harder this time. Faster. His hips slamming into me with bruising force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing obscenely in basement. I'm still sensitive from the last orgasms—too sensitive—and every thrust feels like too much and not enough at the same time.
"You're doing so well," he tells me, his voice rough with arousal. "Taking my cock so perfectly. Making such pretty sounds for me."
I am making sounds—desperate, broken little whimpers and gasps that I have no control over. My body is acting on pure instinct now, my hips trying to meet his thrusts despite the restraints holding me in place.
The pleasure builds again, impossibly fast, and I try to speak, try to tell him it's too much, I can't—
But his fingers are back on my clit, and I'm lost.
I hear a sound.
A mechanical buzz that cuts through the fog in my brain.
I force my eyes open and see him holding something—a wand vibrator. Industrial-looking. The kind that plugs into the wall. The kind that looks relentless and unforgiving.
I gasp. "I can't—"
"You can," he says firmly. "And you will."
He presses the vibrator against my clit while his cock continues to pound into me, and the sensation is immediate and overwhelming and absolutely fucking unbearable.
I come instantly.
No build-up, no warning. Just a sudden, violent orgasm that rips through my body like lightning. I'm screaming, thrashing against the restraints, my pussy clenching around his cock so hard it almost hurts.
But he doesn't stop.
The vibrator stays pressed against my clit, relentless and unforgiving, and another orgasm crashes over me before the first one even finishes. Then another. Then another.
I can't stop coming.
Can't catch my breath, can't think, can't do anything but feel as wave after wave of pleasure-pain tears through my body. My vision is flickering—white, black, white, black—and I can hear myself making sounds I didn't know I was capable of.
"That's it," he groans, his voice strained now with his own approaching release. "Come for me. Keep coming. Don't fucking stop."
I couldn't stop if I wanted to.
The vibrator is merciless, the angle perfect, his cock hitting that spot deep inside me with every brutal thrust. I'm drowning in sensation, drowning in pleasure, drowning in him.