Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Sweet agony falls from his lips.
“You’re going to make me come.” He groans and grips my hair tighter. “Rory—”
I feel the head of his cock throb against the hollow of my mouth and warm saltiness as he starts to come. I keep massaging his length but pull back so he can see his cum spatter against my tongue and down my chin, his appreciative groans almost bringing me to my own orgasm.
Panting, he strokes himself until he’s empty.
He steps away, the look on his face telling me this isn’t over. Ares climbs onto the bed and lays down.
His cock hasn’t softened. It’s still rigid and ready.
I’m coming to learn he doesn’t have a refractory period.
He takes the base of his cock in his hand. “Come and sit on my cock, baby.”
I crawl over to him. “It’s not too soon?”
He reaches up with his free hand and pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “You fucking me with your mouth was mind-blowing, but I’m far from done with you, little one. I want you to ride me.”
His words send an achy throb straight between my legs. So I slide my thighs on either side of him and shiver as he rubs the sensitive crown through my slippery folds.
He hisses in a rough breath. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”
I’m throbbing hard now. He rubs against my clit, and I’m so turned on I can barely see straight.
I take his cock in my hand and slowly ease onto him, gasping as my body swallows the entire length of him.
“That’s it, angel, take all of it,” he breathes raggedly. “Take every fucking inch.”
I pause, needing a moment for my body to adjust to his size. My small frame is no comparison to the bulk of him, but at this moment, I am in complete control, and I’m so aroused my pussy is saturated.
I slowly rock onto him, feeling stretched and completely full. Pleasure gathers inside me and between my legs.
Ares’ hands grip my hips and drag me back and forward across his pelvis. The root of his cock rubs against my clit, the friction driving me closer and closer.
I teeter on the edge in that place where you know you’re about to fall into a massive pool of pleasure, and the excitement makes your skin flush and your heart race even harder.
“Come on my cock,” he begs, his face twisted in pleasure, his thick shaft pulsing inside me. “I need to feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock.”
I unravel on top of him and crash into my orgasm. “Oh… fuck.”
He follows, and our cries fill the room in a frenzy of pleasure.
Panting, we come back to ourselves, and he pulls me into his arms.
We’re quiet for a moment as his fingers trail delicate caresses down my arm. His warm breath is even now and heats my shoulder.
Ares’ finger lingers over the scar on my wrist.
His voice breaks the silence. “Looks like a bite mark.”
Caught off guard, I quickly pull my hand free and hide it against my chest.
Behind me, Ares stiffens, and there’s a pause before his voice cuts into the silence, “Did he do that?”
We both know who he means.
I hug my wrist closer and close my eyes.
I am not ready for this.
Ares leans closer, his voice soft and reassuring, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. “Don’t be afraid of me, little one. You can trust me with your secrets.”
The tenderness in his voice sends tears to my eyes, and my face tightens with emotion.
It’s crazy because I don’t even know him.
But it feels like I can tell him anything.
I hold up my wrist so he can see the puckered scar etched into my skin. It’s a permanent reminder of my evil stepfather and how creative he could get with his teeth.
My voice is monotoned, almost alien, when I say, “The first time he raped me, I was fifteen. This was a warning to keep quiet.”
I hear his rough exhale of breath behind me before he mutters, “Goddammit.”
“After that, he visited me whenever my mom was bombed on vodka and pills, which was pretty much every night, and did whatever he wanted to do to me.”
Ares curls his big hand over mine and brings my knuckles to his gentle lips. “You don’t need to talk about it. If it hurts—”
“It does. But I want to share this with you.”
I can’t explain why. As a rule, I don’t tell anyone about what happened to me. About the horrible things Donnie did to me and how my mother let him.
But I feel safe in Ares’ arms, and it makes me want to get it off my chest.
It feels good to get it off my chest.
He squeezes my hand. “Did you tell anyone?”
“I told my mom once, but she slapped me across the face and told me I was making it up because I didn’t want to see her happy. The second time I told her, she slapped me harder and accused me of being an attention-seeker, so I packed a bag and ran away, only for the authorities to bring me back home. No one believed me.”