Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
He reached around my waist, massaging my clit and stroking my labia. My orgasm gathered in the pit of my stomach like a tsunami gaining momentum before rising above surface.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.” His mouth grazed my ear.
I slid into a cat/cow pose as I kept dangling my arse in offering to him. I wanted him to claim all of me. I wanted to come to terms with what we were.
Forbidden.
Wrong.
A lie.
He caught up with my wordless invitation. His lips nibbled the shell of my ear. “Is this an offering?” His palm dragged from my waist to my ass, massaging my glutes with confident strokes.
“No,” I hissed. “It’s a demand.”
“There’s my little killer.” We were both killers. No matter how much I tried to excuse my own past. “Why?”
“Because the more pieces of me I give you, the less I feel guilty for what I’ve done to you.”
“I’ve already forgiven you the day you agreed to be my wife.” He slid out of my pussy and bent between my legs. Thumbing my arse cheeks and spreading them open, he dragged his hot, flat tongue from my clit along the slit of my pussy, all the way up to my tight hole. He licked and nibbled, causing me to shudder with pleasure, before spitting into my rectum and repositioning himself on his knees. “Besides, I could never get enough of you.” The head of his cock kissed my taut hole. “Not too late to change your mind.”
“Fuck me like I’m one of your nameless conquests.”
The push inside was painful and exhilarating. He kissed my damp, sweaty spine, stroking my ribs tenderly. “Fuck, Apricity. Fuck.”
When he was finally inside me all the way and started moving, I thought he would tear me apart I was stretched so wide. He dipped two fingers into my pussy, and I felt both uncomfortably full and elated. I erected my spine, my body wanting to run away from the pain and the pleasure. My back was flat against his pecs, and I wrapped an arm around his neck. We kissed and fucked, slow and sensual, his cock in my arse and his fingers in my cunt, playing, stroking, rewarding.
I was close. So close I could cry. Trembling on unsteady knees. Tate’s hand moved from my waist to my tit, playing with my sensitive nipple.
“Please,” I moaned. “Let me come.”
“Come,” he ordered ruggedly.
We both did. I felt a rush of heat zipping through me, like thunder, my entire body spasming, and his thick, warm liquid gathering inside me. I went down like a wrecking ball, falling face-first into a pillow, convulsing. When he pulled out of me, my bum was full of his cum. It dripped down the curve of my arse onto my inner thighs. Tate kissed my cheek from behind, planting a firm hand on the base of my back to keep me from standing up.
“Sleep like this, Apricity.” He collapsed next to me. “I want you to wake up tomorrow remembering you are full of my cum.”
We fell asleep tangled in each other, in a messy bed reeking of sex, breaking all his rules.
And all of mine.
“She’s in a coma. There’s nothing more we can do,” the doctor said. “Your mother is now in a state we call unresponsive wakefulness syndrome. UWS for short. The life support keeps her going, but she won’t regain consciousness.”
I clutched my purse to my chest as though it could shield me from further bad news.
“It was the lack of oxygen to the brain as we battled her numerous infections.” He took off his reading glasses, cleaning them with the hem of his shirt. “We had to put out a lot of fires all at the same time.”
“But she’s not brain-dead?” My voice was steady, dignified.
“No. She can breathe independently but is otherwise not responding to outside stimulation. Aside from breathing on her own, she’s in complete brain atrophy.”
“Okay.” I licked my lips. “What do we do?”
“Well, your mother is not a registered organ donor in the U.S., and even if she was, most of her internal organs are in decline. Once we remove the feeding tube, salts, and electrolytes, she will pass away within days.”
“Starving her to death? That sounds rather cruel.”
Dr. Fields met my gaze head-on. “She won’t feel a thing, Gia. Hunger, thirst, those are things she can no longer experience. Palliative pain management will be administered. She’ll be as comfortable as one can be considering the circumstances.”
“You will let her diminish slowly,” I countered. I wasn’t sure why I was arguing with him. I hadn’t the greenest clue about this procedure.
“She can’t feel. Not pain. Not hunger. Not thirst. None of it.”
I nodded. “Okay.” I inhaled. “Okay.”
“Would you like to take her off the feeding tube?”
“Yes.” I didn’t stutter. I knew my mother. She wouldn’t want to exist like this. “Yes, I would.”