Beast’s Demands (Crude Hill High #3) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Crude Hill High Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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She couldn’t take anymore.

Kissing my way up her body, I glided my tongue toward her nipples, circling each bud as I took one then the other into my mouth. I pressed them together, flicking my tongue between each moan, hearing her moans.

I let her go and wrapped my fingers around my dick, working from the base up to the tip, then back down again.

The desire to fuck her cunt was so strong.

Her virginity would be mine.

She was slick enough. Ready for me.

I placed the tip of my dick at her entrance. I couldn’t turn away. Staring at where she’d take me. Her thighs quivered.

I wanted this.

To fuck her.

To break her in.

To make her mine.

I didn’t penetrate.

I was angry. This wasn’t the time to savor.

Pulling away from her pussy, I stood up and worked my dick. Ashley sat up, and I wrapped my fingers in her hair, taking her to the floor.

“Open for me.”

She opened her mouth, and I placed the tip of my cock there. Then I started to fuck her lips, sliding across her tongue, going to the back of her throat.

This time, I didn’t go easy.

I made her choke on my dick, swallowing me down.

Ashley’s hands sank into the flesh of my thighs, holding me still, but I had a firm grip on her hair and stroked myself to completion.

“Don’t swallow until I fucking tell you to.”

My cum flooded her mouth, and I eased from between her lips, tilting her head back. Some of my release was already on her pink lips.

“Show me.”

She opened her mouth, and it was full of my spunk.

“Now swallow it.”

She closed her mouth, and I watched her throat move.

“Show me.”

Ashley swallowed all of my cum.

“Good girl.”

Letting go of her hair, I should have felt satisfied, but I wasn’t. The orgasm had taken away my anger and my tension. I was so close to fucking her for the first time, and that wouldn’t do.

When I claimed her pussy, I’d enjoy every single second, and it wouldn’t be in anger.

Chapter Twelve

Ashley

I never saw the piece of paper again.

It was like it didn’t exist.

The women were no more.

They’d gone home to their families, and I didn’t know if I’d done the right thing or not. Earl kept his distance.

I didn’t know how much time passed.

Days and nights passed. I lost count of how many.

Only when I talked to Emily did I have any indication of how long I’d been on the island. We were approaching five months now. Five months since he’d brought me here. Still, I was a virgin.

I really thought he was going to take me that day.

Earl came and went off the island.

I didn’t know how he left. Each morning he was gone, and he’d return. I didn’t hear a helicopter or see a boat.

I could go exploring, but each time I tried, I actually saw one of his guards. It was the only time I saw someone else.

The silence. The loneliness was starting to wear on my nerves.

So much so that I stood at the edge of the ocean, the waves lapping at my feet. The sun was setting once again. The island was so beautiful, as it always was. The beauty was fake. All of this, it meant nothing.

There was no truth in it.

There was no happiness here.

Just the sense there could be.

Tears filled my eyes as I took another step into the ocean. I hated the water.

I liked swimming in a pool, but the ocean contained so many other living things. It terrified me.

My heart raced as I took another step.

I didn’t want to be on this island anymore.

It was so lonely. So quiet. I missed the hustle and bustle of London. The rudeness of people. The laughter. The anger. I missed the rawness of humanity.

Here, it was like I was set apart from it all.

I’d landed in some dystopian world, and I couldn’t handle it. Not anymore. I needed to be surrounded by something more.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I took another step, then another. I was waist-deep in the ocean, with the sun setting. With sharks, and so many other beasts that would kill me.

The one on the island, he wouldn’t touch me or hurt me. He’d spanked me, yelled at me, sometimes grabbed me roughly, but he hadn’t truly hurt me.

There was no chance of him killing me, and at that moment, so lost and alone, it was all I could think about to be peaceful.

Emily once told me she thought of dying, of taking her own life, and it made me wonder if I had it in me to kill myself. Could I keep on going? The water scared me the most, but this not knowing was the worst.

He kept me here like an object, waiting for him.

Ever since our dare, he’d been distant. He was unhappy with me.


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