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)
“And why do you think every time I came inside you, I not only used my dick to push my seed in, I used my fingers too,” he keeps growling, playing with my channel. “Not that I was successful. Clearly. But I managed to get most of it in, didn’t I?”
“Why are we t-talking about this?” I ask, my eyes clenched shut and my head rolling side to side on his drenched chest. I wish I were able to put this all together in my head, because the answer seems pretty obvious. But the way he’s manipulating my body makes it unreachable. Not to mention, I’m supposed to be mad at him right now.
“We’re talking about this,” he says, his teeth clenched, “because I want you to tell me what happens when a guy comes inside his girl’s pussy without a rubber?”
“R-rubber.”
“Yeah. What do you think happens when a guy rawdogs his girl’s pussy and comes inside her so many times that not only can her body not contain it, but just the thought of doing that, flooding his girl’s pussy, her fucking womb with his cum makes him want to nut inside her again. And again and again, and fucking again. Until her womb is all swollen with him. Her tummy is all swollen. Her tummy hurts with the amount of cum he leaves inside her and all she can feel is him. Him, him, him and nothing else. Ever, not in this life and not after. So again, baby, what do you think that is?”
There is no hope that I can answer him at all. No hope whatsoever, because sometime while listening to his dirty words, dirty and angry, agitated and seething, I came. His fingers and his relentless assault have made me come and all I can do now is sag against his strong body, all boneless because I know he’ll take care of me. Even if his motivations are a mystery right now. Even if we’re fighting.
“Why are you…” I whisper, letting the steam and the hot spray beat down on my body as I relax against him, “being so dirty right now? Why are you…”
He takes his fingers out of me but still keeps them on my core. He still keeps running his fingers up and down and side to side, almost caressing my pussy lips, petting them lovingly and tenderly. Then he does it with his cheek too, runs it along mine as if caressing my face with his. It’s such a tender gesture and so like him, to torture me and then lick my wounds, that I fall deeper into his spell. I fall deeper and deeper into him.
“Because, baby,” he whispers, his tone soft now, almost gentle as his fingers on my pussy. “Instead of worrying about me like my sweet Little Strawberry, you should be worried about yourself and what your toxic asshole stepbrother is doing to you.”
“What are you—”
“You just started college, didn’t you? I know it’s only a couple of courses right now. But you’ll probably go full time next semester. Maybe you’ll want to finish your degree. Or maybe you’ll go places. Places you don’t even know. You’ll do things you don’t even know, you haven’t even thought of. The world is yours, Jupiter. Yours for the taking. You’re just learning to dream and dance and fly. So you should be worried about my cum flooding your cunt. Flooding your womb. You should be worried about my cum taking root and giving you something you didn’t ask for. And tying you the fuck down.”
My eyes pop open then as I go still.
He notices and goes, “Yeah, you get it now, don’t you.”
I stare at the tiled wall. I stare at the steam rising from the shower. I notice the slight chip on the wall where the tile ends and the paint begins. Then, “But I’m… I’m on birth control.”
It’s his turn to go still. I can feel it. I can feel the way he’s holding me. His fingers around my throat lose some of their tightness and his hand on my pussy stops altogether. I grasp his arms, one with each hand and continue, “I went on it when I was fourteen. I went with my friend Meadow and her mom to get the prescription.”
And I’ve been religious about taking it too. I mean, I had Snow. I had to take care of her. I had to get her out of that hellhole where we lived and give her a stable home. I couldn’t afford unwanted pregnancies. And given my job at the club and where we used to live… I mean, who knows, right? Girls need to be so careful. Girls need to protect themselves because the world always, without fail, fails to do so.
And I also understand the other repercussions of unprotected sex. But they didn’t factor, because I was a virgin so I didn’t have any diseases and he’s an athlete who gets tested regularly. And while I knew he was having a ton of sex before he saw me at the club, I know it in my bones that he never would’ve put me in jeopardy, if he knew there was even a remote chance of me getting hurt. So this whole conversation is completely moot and I don’t know why…