Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He spreads my thighs, one hand gripping my leg and just spreading me open. A moment later, something warm and hard presses against my soaking slit. His fucking cock. He’s actually going to rut me here. In the bar. I’m going to lose my innocence to a rough wolf in a smuggler bar, witnessed by enemies and evildoers alike.
“No,” I whimper. “Not like this.”
“What’s that, little mate? You’re suddenly trying to behave for me? Ask me for a favor?”
“No, just…” I falter. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want the whole bar to erupt in excitement. He has their attention again by threatening to fuck me. A live sex show is always going to get people to take notice.
“What? Are you shy now? Don’t mind having your whipped ass on display, but don’t want to be mated? Let me feel that pussy.”
He’s rough, he’s crude, and I know it’s the hormones talking, because I want to talk at least twice as dirty back except for I still have some shame. He tucks his cock back into his pants, or at least pulls it away from me, then pushes a finger inside me about an inch until it stops right where my hymen starts.
“That’s unexpected,” he says, leaning over me, his lips brushing my cheek. “Are you a virgin, Kita? Untouched by any man, or cock?”
He pulls his finger out of me, slaps my ass and holds my thighs open, making me terribly aware that I am dripping wet, bare-assed, and more fucking horny than I have ever been in my life. I don’t think I would care if he claimed me right here in the middle of the rough crowd. None of them matter. They’re biological background noise, prey, for the most part, ambulatory meat that hasn’t been drained or consumed yet.
He leans over me again, his arms encircling me, his hair falling over me. He blots out the rest of the world and snarls a question in my ear.
“Now, or later?”
“Now,” I moan.
I can’t believe I said that. I shouldn’t have said that.
I want it. I want him. There’s no sense in it. No thought to it. There’s just the faint whimper of an animal in heat. I need to be filled. Even the brief feeling of his finger inside me is driving me mad with lust. My hips are grinding almost as if I’m already being fucked.
His cock is free again. I feel it against my ass, a thick, hot, hard rod of flesh that is going to go deep inside me, split me open, fill me up. I’ve heard plenty about sex, and by my age most women have fucked lots of men. I’ve held back because I never really felt like it before. It always seemed like it would be kind of pointless, just like, friction or something. Not worth the hassle.
All those practical thoughts have flown from my brain and all I want right now is to be fucked. I don’t even know what being fucked is, entirely, how it feels, what it’s going to be like, but I know for sure it has to happen. I need it. I need it more than anything.
I feel the head of his cock against my pussy, my lips spreading as he rubs it up and down. This is happening. My thighs are trembling, my breath is coming in these short, shallow gasps.
And then he pushes inside me, one long, rough, dominant, intrusive, punishing thrust.
He claims me completely and entirely.
He makes me take his fucking cock in a way that I can’t even completely describe because my legs are shaking, my tummy is tight, my inner walls are struggling to take the thick pillar of flesh now deep inside me. I still am on the verge of tears, spilling over as he starts to move inside me.
“Does it hurt, having your ass whipped, your pussy rutted? This could have been nice, the first time, but you wanted to fight. You wanted to try to deny me what is mine. Your body belongs to us, as does your cargo. We are confiscating everything. Your finances, your ship, your trucks, and each and every one of these tight little holes.”
His words are rough, and punctuated with thrusts that ram home the point he’s making. I’m an outlaw in an outlaw’s den, and what’s happening to me seems like natural justice to everyone here. A pretty girl tries to smuggle contraband without paying the port toll? Her having her pussy fucked at the tavern is the least of the consequences.
The table squeaks against the floor every time he slides inside me, sinking all the way into my body, parting my inner walls with rough thrusts. I can feel myself clenching him tightly, gripping him like I don’t want him to pull out again.