Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I was never the girl that longed for a boyfriend I didn’t see myself naturally as a wife or mother. But we make choices sometimes in weak moments, and they light the treasure map of life on fire, forcing us to make other plans.
But I never saw tonight coming.
“Shame you’re not fighting harder,” he snarls, the fingers of his free hand bruising my hips as he drags the back of the knife blade up my mound, then flings it across the room, sticking it into the wall with a sharp crack. “But you love being the Grinch’s little cock slave, don’t you, Cindy Lou? A dirty little Christmas whore just for me.”
He draws back as I nod, unable to deny it, squeezing my eyes shut as he lands a hard open palm on my spread folds.
I yelp.
“Stop!” I shout, but my mind screams, more of that. More of whatever this is.
My vision blurs as he delivers more wet slaps, again and again. Until white-hot sparks glint in my vision as I open my eyes, decorating that horrible mask with white twinkling lights.
My bed puts me at the perfect height for him to line up with my pulsing opening. “I’m forcing my way in there, whether you like it or not, Cindy Lou. Makes no difference to me, fight makes it so much sweeter.”
He works the buttons on his black shirt, peeling it away and dropping it to the floor, before toeing each of his boots off his feet and kicking them aside. He strips his pants the rest of the way off, my eyes locked on his naked body in the colored light.
My mouth is dry as I let my gaze trace every taut, bulging muscle. But it’s still that green-tinted cock that draws my attention, with finger-sized veins that snake around the shaft, and a head as big as my fist.
I swallow hard as he steps forward, a hand rising again, and I brace for the slap between my legs. But instead, he palms my belly, rubbing in circles as he lazily strokes himself, staring down at me and tutting.
“I love a fertile girl. Such a fucking turn on.”
The compliment should feel hollow, but it hits me somewhere soft. This masked intruder is violating me, but he’s admiring my curves and touching my belly. It’s the only hint of softness he’s shown me, and it makes my face heat.
“I’d make a good father. When I get my fill of you tonight, I want to know all about how this happened. Do you have a boyfriend, Cindy Lou? A secret lover? Why did the father of your child not join you here in this lonely house for Christmas? Is he a monster, letting you take his seed, then bailing on you when he found out he’d knocked you up?”
He shakes his head with a disgusted snap of his tongue.
“Some men are sick, aren’t they?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. There’s no air. I’m frozen in place as he pushes the tip of his cock against my opening, holding it there wiggling it in my wet flesh with his hand, and I wonder if I would even want to fight.
Would I want him not to do what he’s about to do?
I turn my head away and close my eyes. Let him do it. Let him have his fill. And hope, hope, that somewhere inside that twisted mind, there’s some sense of morality. That he will keep his word and let me go when this is all over.
The light pressure of his cock tickling me right at my opening is excruciating.
It takes all my will not to buck my hips up, the ache in my belly demanding what it wants, no matter the rights or wrongs.
When I finally open my eyes, I watch as he spits down on my open pussy, roughly reaching forward to squeeze one breast, sending milk into the air again as he slides the trunk of his erection through my spit-slick folds, gripping the base and slapping it down on my clit, over and over. I hiss and squirm as he beats my sensitive flesh with the hammer of his cock, hating the way it only makes me want to feel more of this, of him.
I’m whimpering as he palms my swollen belly again, teasing me with the seeping tip as desire screams inside of me.
Fuck me! Please, God, just fuck me. I need it. Want it.
The bulbous head pushes at my entrance, and I whimper to the ceiling as the hair on his legs brushes my smooth thighs.
“You’re taking every inch of Daddy tonight.”
The ache deep down turns to fire as he flexes and works the head inside me, both hands coming around my hips to hold me by the ass, positioning me to take what he’s giving.
I can’t find my voice to scream.