Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Fucking bullshit,” I breathed, sinking down another millimeter onto his cock. My whole body was heated now, and every time I took more of him, my skin burned a little more.
His eyes were pinning me. “I use you to pretend I’m normal. To pretend I could ever deserve someone like you. I use you like you’re a fucking fantasy, Baby Blue, and I use you to lavish attention on my cock because I need your touch.”
“Is that what it is?”
He pushed deeper. “I’m not good for you.”
“You feel fucking perfect.”
“I’m hurting you. As we speak. And look at you.”
I sank down a little further, and the pain was as real as the pleasure. “I want more,” I uttered. “Act like I can’t take it. Act like you’re the one in control. You know the truth is so much more than that.”
He growled.
Pushed deeper.
His eyes burning into mine.
“You don’t even know what the truth is,” he said through clenched teeth.
I felt his cock shoving me open, and no matter how much it hurt, it was nothing compared to how full it made me feel.
How right it was.
“Bet I fucking know it more than you do.”
“Too goddamn sweet for your own good.”
“And you think you’ll ruin me,” I said, “even though all you’ve fucking done is open my whole goddamn world.”
He pushed his cock inside me to the hilt, now, and I groaned, leaning backward as I felt my ass connect with the base of his cock.
It was still too much.
Still painful.
And I would never have changed it. Would never back down.
A long time ago, I’d thought I’d preferred a simple life. A life where nothing surprises me.
Where nothing hurts.
I was wrong.
I wanted it all. All of the bad, all of the good. Moments like these where for the first time, a man’s cock was deep inside my ass and I felt it all at once: the surrender I was so afraid of, and the power I’d never known I had.
“How are you still with me?” Draven whispered, the expression on his face wrecked as I squeezed around his cock. “How are you even possible?”
“Because I’m falling in love with you. It pisses me off, and it feels too fast, but also too slow, somehow, at the same time. I don’t think I care anymore. I don’t care about whether I should or shouldn’t be falling in love, but I am. Real love, for the first time. And you deserve to know exactly how real, how possible, that is.”
He looked frozen in place.
Speechless, for the first time.
Take it.
Take the truth like I’m taking your cock.
It hurts, and it’s what you need.
What we both fucking need.
I stayed on his cock as I leaned over the top of him, catching his mouth in a kiss. I was still adjusting to his size, still so full I felt like I might break, but feeling his lips on mine was what I needed.
I kissed him deeply, and he opened his mouth to me as I felt his cock throb inside me.
Too much.
And exactly what I want.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” he murmured against my lips. “I can’t fall for you. I can’t fall in love with you—”
“You don’t have to do anything in the world. You just have to believe me when I tell you that I love you, Draven.”
He growled against my mouth. His kiss was more feral than before, his teeth catching my lips, my tongue. The metal of his tongue ring clashing against my teeth, then sliding against my tongue as I opened deeper to him.
I was finally starting to adjust to his cock inside me and I tried to bounce up and down on it, hurting myself more.
Kissing his mouth while he fucked me.
Taking him.
Letting him take me.
I’d told him my truth—all of it, without fear. I knew he might toss it back in my face. I knew that admitting that I was falling for him was a risk that threatened more pain than any moment of anything physical.
And I welcomed it all.
He started to fuck me in earnest, now. With every slow thrust the pain receded, starting to give way to pure pleasure. It had been worth it.
Draven was all physicality now. His hands came down around my waist as I started to buck up and down on his cock.
I knew I’d pissed him off.
I also knew he fucking loved it.
That was how everything seemed to go, with him: I had to make him believe. And I was rewarded with the best thing I’d ever fucking felt in my life.
The head of his cock shoved up against my prostate as he fucked me. I felt his fingertips dig into my waist.
“It’s going to hurt you, Max.”
“It’s already been hurting.”
“Loving me,” he roared. “It is going to hurt you.”
“Then let it,” I said, my words breaking off into a deep moan as he pushed his cock all the way into me again.