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)
Something throbs in my chest. Not my dick. My chest.
I mumble a throaty noise against the pillow as his fingers tap that spot inside me, but only for a few seconds, before he pulls out.
“I’m fucking desperate to be inside you.” He lifts my hips, his fingers digging into the sides before he releases me, and I strain my neck to look at him.
My throat dries at the view of him kneeling behind me, squirting lube over his cock, and lathering himself from top to bottom.
I think I downplayed his size before to avoid praising him even in my head, but the guy is criminally huge. How the fuck will that fit inside me?
Apprehension slithers to my tight stomach, but it soon vanishes when my eyes drag to his stormy ones.
There’s an intensity in the way he watches me, like he’s memorizing every inch of me, every breath I take. It’s not just a stare; it’s a raw, unspoken claim, as if he knows exactly how much power he holds over me and takes sick pleasure in making me feel it.
But there’s something else there, too, something magnetic. His gaze softens, just a fraction, before he exhales a long, deliberate breath that makes my chest tighten.
“Fuck, baby. I love that look on your face.”
What look?
I want to ask, but I don’t get the chance when he latches on to my hip and holds his cock at my back hole.
And then he thrusts in. His crown presses against the tight ring of muscles and the round tip breaks through.
He’s in my ass.
A man’s dick is in my ass.
I drop my head on the pillow, my lips trembling.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Slap.
The spank on my ass wrenches me out of my head and brings me back to the present in full-blown colors.
“Relax, don’t allow your body to fight me.” He kneads the skin he just slapped in firm movements. “I want you to enjoy it when I claim my pussy, baby.”
He thrusts his hips again, this time pushing so far in, I strangle on a cry, pulling on the ropes so hard, I think I’ll dislocate my shoulders. He’s so big, I’m being stretched out, completely and utterly impaled by him.
It hurts.
Fuck, it hurts.
Why am I doing this? Why didn’t I just let the asshole go—
Slap.
This time, his fingers dig into my hair. It’s not short, but it’s not that long either, and he manages to lift my head, then leans down so his lips hover near my cheek. “Don’t go there. Stay with me.”
“It hurts…” I mumble, feeling weirdly vulnerable.
“I know.” He stays still for a while as he slides his tongue from the corner of my mouth over my cheek and to my eye. “You love the pain, so use that and fall into it, don’t fight it.”
“I feel every inch of you, prick.” I pant. “I even f-feel your veins pulsing inside me.”
“That’s because I’m holding on to my last goddamn smidge of control not to bottom out.”
“Y-you’re not fully in?”
“A little over halfway through.”
“No way…fuck…”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He chuckles, the sound low and dark, but his voice catches, proving just how much he’s losing that control.
Because of me.
Because I’m also owning him.
Because I’m the only man he’s ever wanted to fuck.
This time, when he moves, I relax my body as much as possible, my breathing getting so chaotic and heavy until my lungs burn.
Kayden releases my hair, letting my head fall back down, but I look back at him.
His muscles bulge, the veins in his neck, arms, and the back of his hands protruding from how much he’s straining not to fuck me like an animal.
Because I’m the only man who drives him crazy.
Just me.
“You with me, baby?” He grabs a handful of my ass cheek, digging his fingers into the bruises he left there.
“Mmm.” I choke on a moan.
“You’re really making me work for this ass, you know.”
“As…you should.”
He chuckles, but it’s strained as a drop of sweat trickles down his temple.
And as I watch that, I grow a bit conscious since, well, I really hate putting in the effort. My biggest fucking pet peeve about sex, actually. So what if he’s also…
I dart out my tongue, licking my suddenly dry lips. “You hate it? Working for it, I mean.”
“No, I’m loving it. Best challenge of my fucking life.”
My chest shudders as I pant. So when he nudges again, I control my breathing, relaxing even more, allowing him access inside me.
I drop my head on the pillow and fall into the pain as he drives in farther and farther, stuffing me full of his cock.
My body adapts, molding to him, accommodating him, letting him reshape me.
Literally and figuratively.
“That’s it. You’re taking my cock so well. Mmm. Your walls are strangling me so good.”
Slap.
A muffled grunt slips out of me and my cock thickens, precum forming a wet pool on the bed.