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)
“Someone’s going to figure out who you are, you know,” I say shakily.
“Maybe, but not fucking tonight. In the whole of Whoville, not a creature is stirring. Not even a mouse. Nobody is coming to save you, so get down on all fours before I make you. And you won’t like that.” His grin is seductively psychotic, and I’m not so sure he’s right about me not liking it.
Gah.
My belly flutters as I lower myself to the floor in front of the fire, burying my face in the thick rug as I draw my knees up beneath me and stick my ass up in the air.
“Now that’s better. You look so beautiful like that, with your pregnant belly nearly touching the ground and your creamy tits dangling like udders that need a good milking.” He strides around behind me, and I flinch as his fingers connect with the bare skin of my ass, caressing, sliding over the soft flesh, then moving a sandpaper palm over the front of my hip and down, sinking a finger into my wetness. He hums against my ear as he touches me, and I realize it’s You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.
God forgive me, I can’t help but hum along.
My lips open, drawing long, shaking breaths down my throat until he squeezes my clit and I release a feral, choked, animalistic sound that feels like it comes from the depths of hell itself.
“What are you going to do?” I whimper again, my fingers curling in the soft fur of the rug, the fire turning my cheeks to blazing furnaces as he answers with that low snorting chuckle, his voice taking on a lilting depth as he recites:
“Oh, I’ll gobble and grab, and I’ll pinch, and I’ll thrust. By the time that I’m done, you’ll be writhing in lust.” His mouth is next to my ear, warm breath still hinted with the scent of my sex, as he whispers in a low, sinister tone, “I’ll finger and fist with a grin full of cheer, till you’re crying, ‘No more!’, your face covered in fucking tears.”
I buck as he settles behind me, both hands taking hold of my butt cheeks and pulling me apart as I pant and look down at the creamy rug, counting to ten, wondering what’s coming next.
I only get to three before he’s shoving his face between my ass cheeks, the rubber mask sticking to my flesh as he does.
His tongue darts out, drawing a low moan from me as the tip penetrates that dark, forbidden place.
He laps and pokes at my clenched muscle, the dirty sensation making me gush again, my eyes rolling back as my inner muscles clamp down, wanting, wanting more, more.
His fingers hold me open as he eats my ass right here where I’ve played checkers with Isabel, studied tort reform, and listened to Colbert make business deals as my sister and I ate popcorn and watched reruns of Third Rock from the Sun.
The crackling warmth mixing with the blackness of the dirty pleasure he’s forcing upon me is so erotic, I’m starting to lose my grip on reality at this point.
His lapping, wet sounds make my nipples harden as he drops a hand back down to my pussy. A finger pushes into my entrance, sliding inside as teeth pinch the fleshy part of my ass, sending me bucking forward, then back.
“Daddy,” I moan. Saying that name out loud makes my head start to spin, heart battering against my chest as I push onto his finger. The smell of the fire mixes with the scent of his drying cum on my face and my own arousal.
“When I’m finally finished, you’ll be quite content. Little Cindy Lou Who will be finally spent.” The rhyming is back, and God forgive me, but he’s quite good at it. It adds another decadent layer of arousal to the moment. “For I’ll take what I want and leave nothing behind, like the baddest of Santas with the dirtiest mind. He’ll fuck you silly and leave you slimed.”
If Dr. Suess had a huge, muscle-bound, hot, X-rated psychotic brother, this man would be him.
He’s working two fingers in and out of my clenched opening, his tongue pushing again at my back entrance, and the combination of sensations makes me feel like I’ve transcended to another level of consciousness.
Then, a third finger joins the others, the stretch a stinging turn on. And, God, more... A fourth finger, I think.
“Look at you opening up for me.”
I clench my inner muscles, trying to hold the intrusion in place. “It’s too much.” I drop my head, my tits swinging heavily under me, my belly low, and the baby shifting and turning inside me.
The sensations are overwhelming. The situation beyond bizarre. But I feel like I don’t have to pretend anything now. There’s no point. This isn’t going to end, because whether he finishes me or not, it will live in my memory forever.