Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I lie there and I take his cock and I take the stretching of my ass and I wonder what the fuck is wrong with me because I should be fighting him tooth and nail. He invaded my home, and then my body. He’s preparing me for subsequent use.
“You are such a perfect little fuck toy,” he praises me. “I’m going to fill you up, baby. Are you ready for my cum? Are you going to take it nice and deep?”
They’re rhetorical questions, being asked far too late, because he is already coming inside me, slamming deep and making me take absolutely every drop of his seed inside my unprotected pussy.
“That was a little fast,” he says, holding himself deep inside me. “But I have somewhere to be in the morning, and I didn’t want to miss your breeding.”
“My breeding?”
“That’s right,” he says, rubbing my ass and giving me a little thrust. “That’s what I’m doing to you, isn’t it? I’m breeding your tight little pussy.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“And one day soon, I will breed this tight ass as well. Now, get some rest,” he says. “You’ll keep me with you.”
He settles me into bed and tucks me in. I am exhausted from the sex, and the adrenaline rush is starting to abate, leaving me even more tired than I was when I started. I shouldn’t be this relaxed, but my body responds to him as if it likes and trusts him.
When I was with Dave, sex made me feel sick. Being around him made me anxious and kind of nauseous. It was a bad time. But it’s not like that with this mysterious guy who breaks in and fucks me. There’s got to be some reason for that, but I can’t unravel it. I am too tired, for starters.
I am barely awake when he leaves. I have the vaguest sense of him pressing a kiss to my temple, and I am fast asleep.
CHAPTER 5
Laura
I wake up sore, but in a way that makes me feel oddly satisfied. I know I’m making a mistake. The same mistake over and over. He broke in the first night and I couldn’t help that, but I chose to go into the library bathroom, and I chose to stay at my apartment. I didn’t call the police. I didn’t do anything to stop him coming in and doing what he did.
There’s got to be something wrong with me. Maybe I’ll find out in psych class one of these days. For the moment, I have no real insight into myself besides that I want a better life than the one I was born to have. And I want a better life for my brother and sisters too. And my mom.
One of these days, I’m going to buy a house. A big one.
I’m going to become a famous psychologist and get paid hundreds of dollars an hour. I’m going to have a podcast. And brand deals. I’m going to go on television. I’m going to write a book. Maybe three, actually. I’m going to do a cameo on a popular show. I’m going to…
There are car keys on my nightstand.
I stare at them for a very long time. I don’t own a car. They’re not my keys. They’re his.
He must have made a mistake and left them behind. Hah. I’ve got him now.
I get dressed quickly, grab the keys, go out into the street, and click the key fob. A car lights up a few spaces away. It’s beautiful. Red. Sleek. Leather seats.
I open the door, feeling a tremor of excitement and trepidation. I probably shouldn’t be doing this. I should be calling the police and telling them what happened to me last night, and that I have the evidence of his identity. The car would have to be registered to someone and the police would be able to find out who…
“Oh, my god,” I mutter to myself.
There’s a note propped over the steering wheel. My name is written in a flowing hand in golden ink.
“For you, princess,” it says.
He gave me a fucking car? No way.
I open the glove box. There are papers in there. I shuffle through them, finding ownership, insurance, and some stuff about servicing.
A chill runs down my spine as I realize that even if I did call the police and report all of this, there would be no evidence here, because this is a brand new car and I am the owner.
Oh. My. God.
???
A broad smile spreads across my face as I watch Laura realize that the car is hers. She can’t help but grin as she opens the door and slides into the driver’s seat.
She was a good girl for me last night. She took my cock so well. She submitted just like I wanted her to. And now she’s being rewarded. She looks good behind the wheel. Her blonde hair is down and slightly messy because she’s obviously just gotten up.