Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
He compels a third orgasm from my cunt, wringing bliss from my body until I’m whimpering for mercy. I’m overstimulated, my clit stinging slightly.
Finally, he withdraws, only to grasp my hips and flip me over. He drags me up onto my hands and knees, and I allow him to position me where he wants me. My skirt is draped over my lower back, leaving my most vulnerable areas exposed to him.
Chill lube drips onto my asshole, and I yelp at the shock, even as I’m grateful that he brought what we needed to ensure I experience minimal discomfort.
“This is going to hurt a little,” he warns. “But I’ll be gentle with you. If you need me to stop, just say the word.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I breathe. “Take me. Please.”
His thick cockhead presses against my tight bud. I push back against him, willing my body to accept him in every way. His fingers flex on my hips, holding me still.
“Slowly,” he admonishes. “I’m in control.”
I shiver and soften, giving in to him. I trust in him completely.
He strokes my spine. “Good girl. Relax for me.”
Keeping one hand on my hip, his other dips beneath me to find my pulsing clit. I’m still sensitive from the forced orgasms, but he shushes me gently when I whine in protest.
“The pleasure will come back,” he promises. “You can endure this for me.”
“Yes,” I vow. I’ll suffer anything for him.
After a minute, his tender but firm touch on my clit begins to feel good again. Warmth pools low in my belly, and my core turns molten. More of my wet desire drips down my thighs, and he growls his approval when his glove slides through it.
“You can take more,” he decrees, pressing into me.
Light, burning pain cuts into my pleasure, but then his cockhead slips past my tight ring of muscles, and the discomfort eases somewhat.
He’s breathing hard, struggling to hold himself back.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Does it feel good?” I murmur. In this moment of deep vulnerability, all I want is to please him.
He stums my clit. “So good. Your virgin asshole feels so good gripping my cock.”
I whimper at a fresh rush of lust in response to his crass praise.
His hand tangles in my hair, holding me with steady pressure as he pushes into me in a slow slide. With each pleasurable pulse of my clit, he eases an inch deeper, until he’s fully seated inside me.
I’m almost unbearably full, but I revel in his complete ownership of my body.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, voice ragged with barely leashed desire.
“I’m ready. I’m yours.”
The vow is a trigger, and he starts taking me in short, shallow thrusts. Forbidden pleasure crackles up my spine, going straight to my head. If it weren’t for his grip on my hair, I’d float away on the high that’s soaring through me.
“I can’t last,” he snarls. “Come for me.”
He presses his thumb down on my clit at the same time as he drives all the way in one last time.
Our ecstatic shouts fill the darkened woods, our names winding together like a perfect harmony.
Brandon and Karolina.
Alive. Whole. Happy.