Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I continue working myself, concentrating on the pleasant feelings between my legs. Kellen starts kissing my neck just when a moan slips from my lips. Embarrassed, I close my mouth.
With my fingers on my clit, it doesn't take long before I can feel another orgasm approaching, only this time it feels different, more intense. Pressure builds and I feel overwhelmed. I want to stop rubbing myself, but Kellen’s words loom over me. He won’t stop until I come again.
My legs shake, and my pussy clenches around Kellen’s cock, making him groan against my skin. I throw my head back into the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut as my whole body tightens. I bite the inside of my cheeks, keeping me from moaning again as I come apart.
Pleasure like I never felt before floods through me, making me forget that I didn’t want this.
Kellen rocks into me through my orgasm. My pussy convulses around him, my clit pulses against my fingertips as I slowly come down. My body feels heavy and sated, my mind clouded by the rush of endorphins.
Kellen suddenly sits up, pulling out of me, he takes his cock into his hand and pumps it roughly. His face contorts with pleasure when he comes with a guttural groan. Ropes of cum shoot out of him and land on my skin.
He strokes himself a few more times, more cum dripping from his tip and onto my pussy lips. I stare at him blankly, not sure what to do or say next.
I watch him shove his cock back into his jeans and zip up. He gets up from the bed.
“Don’t move,” he tells me before disappearing into the bathroom.
Only when I’m alone do I start processing what just happened. Dread and shame settles in my gut.
Kellen returns moments later, a towel in his hand. He sits on the bed and holds it against my pussy. The towel is wet and warm, comfortable and soothing on my skin. He gently wipes his cum away until I’m clean.
“This didn’t mean anything.” Kellen’s words slice through me. I don’t know why they hurt so much. Of course this didn’t mean anything to him.
I don’t know what this experience will mean to me, but I already know I have to deal with the aftermath for a while. He took my virginity, forced me to give it to him. Now he is getting up from the bed, looking down at me with an icy stare. I think he is going to say something else, but his lips remain pressed together in a thin line.
He turns around and walks out of my room. The door closes, and I suck in a shaky breath. I push my legs together and sit up, wincing at how sore I am. Carefully, I get up and get dressed, pretending nothing happened, because if I try to deal with this now, I won’t make it through the day.
Chapter 13
Kellen
I can’t believe there was ever a time when I watched the poor, addicted bastards at The Archer’s Den and wondered why they couldn’t get their shit together. Why they couldn’t just walk away? Why they couldn’t turn shit around? They always look so miserable and ashamed, ducking in through the side door, hating themselves for needing a fix.
I get it now, glaring at my reflection in the mirror running along the length of the wall in our home gym. My face is dark red, glistening with sweat that rolls down my chest and soaks into my shirt. When I bend to set down the free weights after my last set of reps, the sweat drips from my nose and chin onto the floor. My arms are burning, my shoulders are screaming, and I still can’t get her out of my head.
What’s it going to take? It’s been two days since I was inside her, two days since she came on my cock after I took her virginity. The memory is so fresh, I can still feel it in my body. It’s like I just left her. It’s that vivid.
But what’s even more vivid is my hunger. It’s not enough. Every hit leaves me wanting another one—and more of it this time. It wasn’t enough when she jerked me off, just like it wasn’t enough to come in her mouth. I need more now that I’ve upped the ante again.
This is how people overdose. I remember learning about it in school when I was younger. You build up a tolerance, so you have to take more and more to get the same effect. That’s what’s happening now, and it’s tearing me the fuck apart. Even a brutal workout that has me panting and grunting and sweating through my clothes isn’t enough to rid myself of the tension.
The sight of my reflection makes me snarl. I honestly told myself I could fuck her out of my system. Actually believed my own bullshit—or I told myself I did. Anything, so long as I had an excuse to be inside her.