Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
He’s all salty and musky, sweet, too, somehow, and the more I suck on his head, the more pre-cum he makes and the tastier he becomes. So I spend some time there, licking it, paying all my love and attention to it.
I’m not going to lie, though; another reason I don’t go any further is because I’m afraid. Not of choking on him and gagging. It’s good for me like he said. It’s good to lube up his big fat monster cock before it goes into my tiny little asshole. I’m hesitating because his skin is so soft. God, it’s like velvet. It’s as soft as his cock is hard, and I’m afraid I’ll damage it somehow. I’ll nick it with my teeth or scratch it with my nails, so I’m careful. I’m gentle when I wrap both my hands around his root, and I watch my teeth when I lick his head.
But then, he puts his big palm on the back of my head and pushes me down, growling, “Deeper. Need… deeper.”
So then I have to obey him. I take him in deeper. And when he curses and practically jumps off the chair, his hand fisting in my hair and his abdomen tightening, I don’t think it’s such a bad thing. Maybe I can scrape him with my teeth a little, too, and I can hold him tighter. And when I do those things, he curses louder and shoves his dick into my mouth even more.
I shed all my shyness and carefulness then. I should’ve expected that, though. When has my careful, cautious life worked out for me anyway? So I suck like I want to suck him. Like I should suck him, with abandon and freedom. And soon, I’m choking on his cock. I’m taking him deeper and deeper, ever deeper, and gagging on him.
I feel my saliva dripping on my chest, making my tits sticky, my nipples even harder. My pussy isn’t a slouch either; she’s dripping, too, making a mess of my thighs, making a puddle on the floor. Plus, his cock in my mouth is pulsing, throbbing, dripping as well. It’s like the very air is swollen and heavy and liquid.
Dripping lust like rain.
And if he doesn’t get inside me soon, I’m going to pass out. It’s like he heard my thoughts, because the moment I feel I can’t take it anymore, he pulls me away from his cock. I mourn its loss, but I know what’s coming so I console myself.
Like he said, he turns me around and puts me on my hands and knees. And then he mounts me like the bull he is and sticks his dick into my ass. I know I’m saying it like it was quick, but it doesn’t just happen right away.
He has to make it fit.
He has to make sure I’m okay. That’s his main priority here. When he said he’d be gentle, he really meant it. He’s even gentler and slower than last night. Although I will say that I ruined his plans by pushing myself onto his cock, but still. And what a stupid thing it was to do, because tonight I get to see, get to witness, how he breaks in a virgin.
How skilled he is at this.
He wants to break horses for a living, doesn’t he, and he totally should because holy God, he’s good. He’s fucking fantastic at it.
He grabs me by the hip with one hand to keep me stable and then uses his other hand to guide his cock inside half an inch at a time. Every time he gains an inch, he pulls back to let me breathe. He shushes me and tells me I’m doing good. He tells me to push back and when I do, he calls me his good girl. He tells me that I’m amazing. That I’m so sweet to listen to him. To let him do this to me. And on a floor, no less, streaked with dirt and blood and cracks. He says my ass feels like heaven, all tight and soft, and that I’m slowly killing him.
I want to tell him he’s slowly killing me, too, but all I can do is moan. And whimper and hiss when the pain becomes too much and breathe when he gives me sweet relief.
I don’t know how long it takes for him to fit his entire length inside of me, but when he’s done, we’re both slick with sweat. The cabin is sweltering and I’m a mess of pain and pleasure. My pussy is throbbing, aching, and there’s a fist inside my tummy, waiting to unfurl. Which is probably why it takes me a second to realize that there’s another presence in the room.
I open my eyes and there he is. The man who attacked me and almost got killed for it. His eyes are open, or rather his one good eye that’s also swollen, and he’s staring directly at us. I tense, and of course Arsen notices because he’s so in tune with me. He also notices why because I hear him growl, both his hands on my hips going tight with aggression. But before he can say anything, I surprise him: “It’s okay. Let him watch.”