Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
As he kisses me, his big rough hand comes down and pushes my panties aside. I gasp into the kiss, knees wobbling, and then I feel him draw my little bud tight with his finger. I whimper and hang onto him for dear life. Again, he smiles, but this time into the kiss, and he works me harder and harder until the room isn’t just spinning. It’s sparkling and shattering.
“All those curls are fucking hot.” He grunts and I know most girls my age shave themselves bare, but I could never. “You’re a gift from nature. Natural mountain girl sent here just for me.”
“Oh my…”
He slows his teasing. He slides his hands down my ass and hoists me up onto the wooden tabletop. Once again, we fit together like we were made for one another.
He fists his cock in his hand, working his length against my pussy. The tip of his cock nudges between my folds, teasing my clit. The sensation is mind-blowing, toe-curling. My need builds and builds. Higher and higher. My body responds to him faster than I can process. Like every cell in my body has been ready for this all along. I hang onto him as tight as I can.
“Give it to me, angel,” he growls in my ear. “I fucking told you, it’s time to pay up. Your cum is your collateral.”
I look deep into his eyes. The depth of the forest of his eyes has all the gorgeous and dangerous secrets I can’t even imagine. But I desire to get in on all those secrets. I want to know everything.
Being so close to him now, it’s like everything makes sense. All my desires, all my needs. It all makes sense here. The lava that flows through me seems like instinct, not sin. And yet. “I’m so bad, Davis. I’m so, so bad.”
When he pulls back from me, I worry he’s finally accepted the truth I’m voicing. But he kneels in front of me, like I’m the crucifix above the altar and he says his prayers.
“Davis…” I start, but my words fall on a moan when his mouth closes on my… my pussy. His tongue laps at me, pushing between my folds. My legs quiver when he sucks my clit into his mouth and I arch off the table. “Oh, God,” I breathe out.
He groans while sucking and kissing my pussy. His teeth graze over my clit, causing a delirious pleasure to shoot through my spine. I reach for him, pulling his head closer to my flesh.
“Bossy,” he says with a chuckle.
“Please. God, please.”
He dives in once more, lapping my juices. Little sparks of fireworks appear behind my eyelids while my body becomes tense, like an arrow ready to shoot.
“C’mon, little girl. Give it to me. Come in my mouth,” he says.
I don’t know what he asks from me, but seems like my body knows it.
With a cry of pleasure, my body curves like a bow and frees all the tension and built-up energy.
I fall back on the table, smiling at the ceiling. He moves back on my body, leaning over me until our lips meet. He kisses me hard, his tongue searching my mouth, his teeth clashing against mine. He pulls away leaving me breathless. I feel pressure at my opening. Still feeling the bliss, I focus on the tension between my legs; a tiny opening being driven open by a huge member.
More pressure. And more.
He holds me close in his arms, pumps his hips once in a powerful thrust. The tension between my legs breaks and a white-hot searing shaft of pain tears through my bliss. I cry out in agony.
I hear him talking to me, but he sounds far away, like I’m drowning and he’s coming to rescue me. “Push through the pain, angel. Let me take what belongs to me.”
Oh, the pain. My God, the pain. It rips up through my belly, so intense I can’t even think outside of it. It is so sharp and so glassy that it cuts through my spinning glittery haze.
He keeps me close, staying deep inside me as my body screams both no and yes. A flood of something hot spills from my body, and I look down to see him and me both, covered in my virgin blood.
My blood streaks his cock, messy and horrible.
“God, it hurts,” I say, halfway on a pained sob. I deserve this pain. I deserve to hurt. “Davis, it hurts.”
But he holds me close, and fucks me slow now, slow and urgent. “I’m gonna come inside you now, baby. You understand what that means?”
“Yes,” I say, gripping him tight with my quivering thighs. “Please. I deserve this. I deserve whatever you give me.” I take his face in my hands, my fingers feeling tiny against his massive jaw, and bring my forehead toward his. I lock eyes with him, and in that instant, somehow, I forget myself. I let the pain cleanse me. I want all the wrongs right now. I don’t care about Jesus or God or anything except following the feelings they put inside me.