Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
The orgasm is so strong, my legs shake, and I’m surprised I’m still standing.
Kayden removes his fingers, and to my horror, my ass clenches around them, strangling the long digits.
I wait for his crude comment about that, but he only parts my ass cheeks again.
My brows pull in a frown, but then I feel large round skin at my back hole.
“No, don’t—”
“Shh.” He wraps his hand around my neck from behind, lifting my jaw with his thumb and forefinger. “You can’t just come on your own.”
“Wait…wait…” I gulp. “Please, don’t.”
I don’t care if I have to beg. I’m not going to let him fuck me. Because he was right, I’d never give anyone that power over me.
It’d make me his bitch. I’m no one’s fucking bitch.
“Fuck, baby. I love it when you beg in that hoarse little voice.” He thrusts his crown against my back hole. “I love how my pussy is puckering up and inviting me inside.”
“P-please…don’t fuck me, Kayde…”
I pause.
He pauses, too. “Jesus fucking Christ, you have a nickname for me already, baby?”
No, I meant to say his full name, but the N got struck in my throat.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy.” He peppers gentle bites along my jaw, my throat, moving his fingers so he can have access. “How can you not let me fuck my hole? Can’t you feel how ravenous I am for you?”
His words strike deep within a fucked-up part in my chest. His voice is rough but his choice of words is softer, almost as if he’s trying to persuade me.
Like it matters for him that I let this happen.
He didn’t seem to care about the rest, but he wants me to let him fuck me.
And that does something to me. Namely, my slowly hardening cock.
The fuck?
Why would I care about the words of a monster?
A literal damn rapist who seems to enjoy debasing me.
He keeps thrusting against my hole again and again, and my cock twitches as he rams me against the tree.
“I’m dying to be inside you, baby. I’ve never been this goddamn crazy about being inside anyone.”
My throat dries, but I whisper, “No.”
“Baby, please?”
“No, come on me, but d-don’t fuck me. I’ll never forgive you if you fuck me.”
He grunts, pushing farther, and I think he’ll just do it.
He’ll fuck me against a tree in a forest.
But then he releases a shattered breath. “All right, I won’t.”
My stomach falls and I refuse to honor the feeling with a description. “Really?”
“Really. Instead, tell me you loved being fucked with my fingers, and call me Kayde.”
“No way in hell…”
“So you want to be fucked? I’m game, baby—”
“I loved your fingers,” I blurt.
“Say it properly.”
“Fuck, I loved…being fucked by your fingers.”
“You did, huh?” His breathing deepens, sharpening, becoming more guttural as he bites my cheek, his inhales peppering close to my parted lips. “You love how I make you come?”
“We didn’t agree on that.”
“Say it, baby. Say you love it.”
“I…love when you make me come.” I wish my voice were mechanical. I really do. But it sounded thick and low.
“Fucking hell, baby. I love your voice.”
He does?
“I thought it was off-putting,” I murmur.
“It’s not when you talk dirty to me or say my nickname.”
I grab onto his arm, turning my head slightly to face him, and he lets me, even though his hand stays wrapped around my throat.
His eyes are dark, so dark, I think I see my reflection in them. A muscle moves in his jaw and I watch it.
Then I find myself looking at his lips. His glistening parted lips.
Why the fuck am I looking at a man’s lips?
“Come already. Fucking please, Kayde—”
His mouth devours mine.
And it is devouring.
Our teeth clash, the sharpness igniting something wild, and our tongues collide, a chaotic, desperate mess of heat and need.
There’s no control, just raw frenzy and urgent hunger that twists between us in a fevered dance of dominance and surrender.
It’s messy, unrestrained, like a twisted fucking storm that neither of us wants to end.
He bites me and I bite back.
He tugs on my lip and I feast on his.
It’s a war. It means nothing, and I’m only giving him twice as much as what he gives me.
Until I taste something metallic. I don’t know whether it’s his blood or mine, but it makes my cock harden.
And he comes.
Against my back hole, grunting in my mouth.
He comes so much, hot liquid trickles down my thighs, and I feel some of it slipping inside me, and I clench, again, like a fucking whore.
I don’t even have the energy to feel shame as he pulls his lips from mine.
His forehead starts to lower to mine and I headbutt him. “Get the fuck off me and don’t kiss me again.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my throat. “You’re right. This is so gay and we’re definitely straight.”
“I’m straight. I have serious doubts about you.”