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 choke on something like a sob as he ignores my plea, pushing, pushing, as my flesh burns and stretches my toes curling.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he growls, my opening pulling around his penetrating fingers. It hurts. God, it hurts. I wiggle my hips in an effort to relieve some of the discomfort and let him farther in, because even through the pain, it feels so damn good. “Now, this is the hard part, Cindy Lou. Deep breath, Santy’s whole hand is going inside.”
I gulp and hiss as the pressure builds. He’s shoving his entire hand inside me, pushing, burning as I tense my face but try to relax myself down there, hoping, hoping I can live through the discomfort.
Then, oh shit, then…he’s in. All the way in. His other hand rests on the small of my back as he kneels next to my hip. I hear his breathing pick up as inside me, the violation curls into a fist.
“Baby’s going to give me a fist bump,” he says with a wicked laugh, dragging his clenched fist forward and back inside my body.
The thick ball of his hand moving, moving, and God, it feels so good I hate it. I hate him. I hate me. But all that hatred only pushes me closer and closer to the edge of a dark pleasure that, at this point, I don’t know if I’ll ever come back from.
I stare straight forward as the pleasure pulls me down, the snow whipping around in the moonlight outside as he fist fucks me, and my orgasm flickers back to life. I scream into the void that’s sucking me down, down, down.
“Dirty little slut, letting some stranger fist your cunt while your baby daddy isn’t here. Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret. I won’t tell anyone that you prefer a green Grinch dick to whatever you’ve had before.”
“Oh, God… It feels so good…” I whimper, moving with him now, my belly dragging on the soft fur rug as I go forward, back, forward, back. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m not fucking stopping.” He draws back out. The reverse pressure at my opening makes me imagine what it’s going to be like when this baby comes. What kind of mother thinks about giving birth when she’s being fist raped by a Grinch mask wearing psychopath?
This girl, apparently.
The orgasm tears out of me with such force, blackness takes my vision. Wild, maniacal sounds rip from my throat as my muscles spasm, my feet slamming up and down onto the rug as I start speaking in tongues.
The lust haze doesn’t part for what feels like forever as liquid heat spills from my body, gushing down my thighs as I tear white fur out of the rug. Then finally, in a panting fit, I let my chest fall to the floor, turning my head to the side to see that fucking Grinch mask staring back at me, a curling grin on my tormentor’s face.
The sucking release of pressure as his fist slides out of me nearly sends me sideways on the floor, but he steadies my hips with his hands before he’s kissing my ass, my back, my shoulders, then he puts the cherry on top of all the sweetness with a red, hot, stinging slap to my butt cheeks.
“Yee fucking haw!” He calls out as I bite back a laugh. This is legit ten levels of bananas what is happening right now, but he doesn’t give me a chance to think on that too long before he hardens his voice again and stands next to me. “On your back, Cindy Lou.”
I shake my head. “I can’t. I need to catch my breath.”
“No, you’ll do it, I want you to watch.”
With an effort, I roll onto my back until I’m staring up at him. He’s naked now, his jeans discarded in a heap on the floor, his massive, green, thick cock standing up proud and loud as he holds it, his hand sticky and slick with my juices.
“Milk yourself,” he says, nodding at my breasts. “Don’t tell me there’s no more in there because I know there is. Spray it all over that baby-bearing belly. I want you a Christmas mess from head to toe.”
I do as he says, following every instruction as he kneels over me, stroking himself as he straddles my hips, using long, slow strokes that turn the head red through the green tint. I work my breasts with both hands from the top down, just like you would milk a cow, and it only takes a single squeeze before I’m jetting milk onto my protruding center, the warm milk tickling my sensitive skin as it rains down. I squeeze and squirt as he jacks off, then he starts to moan, and a swelling dark pride fills my chest knowing I’m the source of his pleasure.