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 scream as he comes, feeling his semen flowing inside me, trillions of little invaders entering my wet pussy that is still held open by his cock. He’s delivering his load right to the entrance of my womb.
“No!” I gasp.
“Yes,” he counters. “I told you I was going to breed you, Laura, and that’s exactly what I am going to do. You need to take my cum nice and deep.”
His fingers swirl swiftly against my clit as he pulls me up back against him, giving himself enough room to force me to come with his cock inside me. I sob as he rubs me to rough climax, as his hard dick keeps his seed inside me.
“You’re going to come for me,” he says. “I’m going to count down from five, and you’re going to come all over my cock.”
I gasp.
“Five,” he growls, picking up the speed a little.
“Four.” I try to buck away, but he pulls me back easily. One hand is on my clit, the other is on the back of my neck, controlling me and keeping me on his cock.
“Three.” I feel the pleasure growing in my pussy and in my lower belly. I start to sweat more, feel it running down my back. My toes are curling and my breath is coming in short little gasps and…
“Two.” He slaps my pussy and then returns to rubbing. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby. You’re going to come so fucking hard for me… One.”
He reaches the end of the countdown. I feel my entire body contort and contract with pleasure as I do as he has forced me to do, and orgasm with his cum and his cock inside me, knowing that it means everything inside me is working to draw his seed as deep as it can get into my body.
“Fuck,” I curse, writhing as I try to resist what is happening to me, and failing. Orgasm has been forced on me. Cum has been left inside me. I have been properly fucked and definitely bred.
There’s a hollowness right after we come. Outside, a car alarm goes off. Reality asserts itself again. I start to feel a little chill as my mind begins to scramble for sense in what just happened to me, and what’s going to happen next.
“Good girl,” he says. “Consider that your first lesson.”
He pulls out of my pussy and pats my ass affectionately, then he zips his cock away and walks out of my bedroom, leaving me lying on the bed slowly leaking his cum and wondering what the fuck just happened to me.
CHAPTER 3
Laura
I am in class trying to concentrate. It’s impossible. My body is still responding to everything that happened last night. I should be exhausted, but I don’t feel tired at all. I feel invigorated, maybe slightly afraid. What happened to me was wrong, but every time my mind drifts back to the memory of it all, I feel a tingle running through my clit.
My pussy throbs from time to time with an ache that’s going to stay for a while, I think. He wasn’t so rough with me that I am in actual pain, but I can certainly feel the effects of his dominant lovemaking.
Weird to call it that even in my mind. How could it have been love when he simply took me because he wanted me. I don’t know him. He doesn’t know me. I was a victim.
“Miss Brown,” Professor Rollins says, his voice cutting through my reverie. “What are three signs of a disordered personality?”
“Um…”
The entire class is looking at me. I try to get my head back in the game. Usually I love it when I get called on in class. I always get the answers right because I study super hard. I come into class early to review the material before it’s even taught most days. I didn’t get to do that today, but this is kind of a softball question.
“An unstable or absent sense of self?”
“That’s one, yes.”
“Fear of abandonment?”
“That can depend. Fear of abandonment is one of the most primal and elemental fears a human can experience. People with personality disorders can experience this more often and more intensely, so yes, it’s a diagnostic criteria.”
“Being unable to trust?”
“Yes, that can be another one,” he says. “There are many traits associated with various disorders. What I want you all to notice is how many of them overlap with baseline human experience. It’s a matter of degree, and it is why we believe these conditions can be treated…”
He keeps talking, and I let my mind wander again. I’m not really listening to the content of his words. I don’t know that I can manage to focus that well right now. I let his voice wash over me. He speaks with an East Coast accent. Sort of New York. He’s from Boston originally, but he’s travelled the world. Sometimes he sounds even a little Midwest. When he talks about Freud and Jung, he slips into a German kind of accent. It makes the class feel a lot more interactive, but right now nothing could engage me.