Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
But he keeps me pinned with that strong hand on my neck and spanks me again. “It’s going to hurt more if you don’t do as I say. So tell me you understand that I’m in the mood for a rough fuck right now.”
My pussy pulses at his words, at his dark demeanor. While at the same time, nerves skitter down my spine. Why did I think I had him figured out? Why did I think that he was going to be all sweet like he was last night? I mean, he made me ride his boot and told me he liked it. He broke his own window to get to me and then kneeled on broken glass to eat my pussy. But more importantly, who do I think I am, getting all timid about this? Clutching my pearls when I like every single thing he does to me.
So I nod again, and this time, use my words. “Y-yes.”
He smacks me again, but this time I know it’s because he’s pleased and warmth spreads over me once more. God, I’m such a wreck for him.
Then, “And I’m going to do you like this, okay? On your knees and belly.” To emphasize, he digs his thumb into my pulse. “And it’s going to feel even bigger, my dick. It’s going to feel like I’m fucking into your tummy and making it hurt. Like, I’m making everything hurt down there. Hurt and swollen and puffy. But you’ll like it. And you’ll take it. Tell me why.”
My tummy is already hurting but I nod again, my cheek pressed on the pillow, my eyes glassy. I’m on the verge of coming, just from his words. But because he asked me a question and because I know he won’t like it if I don’t answer, I do. “B-because it’ll hurt so good.”
“Yeah.” Another spank before he says, “It will, won’t it. So again, you’ll lie there, on your knees, with your ass offered up to me to fuck. Because I’m also in the mood to stare at your asshole. And the pattern you didn’t let me finish because you were in the mood to be a slut and needed my dick so bad.”
He says it so casually, that word, mentions that body part like a throwaway comment that at first, I don’t pay attention to it. But then my asshole clenches on its own, without volition, almost fearfully, and I realize what he just said. Another current of fear runs through my veins as I make a mess between my thighs, whispering, “You… You said…”
“You caught that, huh?” he grunts, and I feel him move behind me. I feel him placing his dick in the crack of my ass as he goes up and down like before, the fine hairs on his thighs rubbing up against my flanks, his hand on my neck, keeping me pinned and submissive. My core jerks and throbs at the feel of his cock, and by stroke three I’m wetting him with my juices, rocking my ass back and forth against him.
It was almost out of my mind, his casual comment, when he says, “I was trying to ease you into it.”
“Ease me… into what?”
“That staring at it is the nicest thing I’m going to do to your asshole.”
I jerk, coming back into the moment, but his hand is firm, and his strokes are still as hypnotic. Like dancing steps as he continues, “I’m also going to lick it and eat it and then fuck it. Fill it with my cum until I’m running down your thighs. Like I do to your pussy.”
“But your d-dick—”
“Is your friend now,” he says, rocking against me, his voice low and rough. “You like him in your pussy now, yeah? So much that you begged me to put it in just now. You’ll beg me to put it in your ass too.”
He’s right. I did beg him, and while it doesn’t seem like I’ll ever be begging him to put it in my ass, I’m willing to accept that. Because the sooner I accept it, the sooner he’ll be in me and make me hurt the way I like it.
I nod then. “O-okay.”
I feel his frame shudder as if relieved. As if he thought I’d really say no and he’d have to let go of his dream of fucking my ass. I guess he doesn’t know me then either, huh. That I’ll do anything for him. I’ll go through any pain, suffer through any hurt to give him what he wants. To please him, to make him feel safe and loved. Like he does to me. The only difference is my love is real and he won’t ever love me back.
But I’m not going to think about that.
Finally, he lines up his throbbing cock with my pussy hole. Then he leans down and drapes his chest over my back. Kissing my cheek oh so softly, he whispers, “Thank you.”