Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
My womb screams at me to take all of him, to sit down on his cock and twitch my hips and own this moment, but the scared self-consciousness inside of me screams I’m making a fool of myself, that I need to stop before he reveals this is all a twisted game.
“You can take this dick,” he whispers in my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “You were made to take this dick. As much as I was made to fuck your tight virgin hole and make you mine. Beg me to fuck that fresh slit, Dreamer. Beg… now.”
A cruel voice rises up inside of me, telling me I’m going to humiliate myself if I do as my man asks, but then another voice screams over the top of that one.
This one comes from deep inside me, the primal part of me that knows how necessary it is to keep my predatory protective man satisfied, because there are other predators in the dark, outside our private enclosed space, and he’s the only thing that’s going to keep them at bay.
“I… want it,” I murmur, shyness making my voice shaky at first. But then I let out the bubbling lust inside of me, letting my womb take the lead instead of my nervousness stifling me. “Please. Fuck me, Dom. Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
He pauses with his helm pressed right up against my hole, his head tilted at me in the semidarkness, a smirk twitching his lips.
“Perfect,” he snarls. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I try to respond, but then I don’t even know what I was going to say as he begins to drive up inside of me, his massive helm prying my tight lips apart and sliding inside of me.
I bite down and then I open my mouth, letting out shivering strangled noises.
I can’t believe how huge he is, like a fire poker of pure pleasure driving up inside of me.
He stops when he’s pushed against my sweet spot, feeling like he’s pressed right against my womb.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, as my hole clings tightly to his throbbing girth.
He pauses there, his eyes blazing in the dark, his lips twisted as though he’s going to unleash his beast and ravage me at any moment.
“You’re so big,” I moan, as he inches in and out of me slowly, with surprisingly softness, as though waiting for my sex to get used to his insane size.
“Your body wants it, my perfect Dreamer,” he growls, moving a little quicker now.
“Uh, ah…”
It’s the only noise I can make as my body proves his words right, my hole widening as he pumps faster.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Is this…”
I can’t even finish the sentence.
Is this how it’s supposed to feel? I was going to ask him, but my throat goes tight with the pressure between my legs.
It’s like my womb is sending soothing warmth to my hole, screaming at me to let my man inside, to widen enough to take all of his lust.
His cock pressed against the walls of my sex, widening me as a wave of soothing pleasure seeps into each movement, my lips tingling, my clit burning, everything on fire as he rears up like a bear and starts to pump his hips.
“It feels good,” I moan, fascination brimming in my voice.
He groans, fucking me deeper, harder so that my body bucks against his.
“Don’t sound so… fuck, surprised.”
His voice gets strangled as we sink into a flow.
I reach up and grip onto his shoulders, digging my fingernails into the bulbous rock like surface of them, feeling the way they twitch and vibrate as though evidence of his barely restrained lust.
I can feel how his body wants to truly unleash on me, how he wants to let fly with all the pent-up need inside of him.
I shift my hips with his movements as he thrusts faster, angling so his cock hits my clit.
His helm presses against a deep-inside pleasure point I never even knew I had, as though the primal part of me is throwing out new and exciting opportunities for euphoria, crying out as our bodies move quicker, more urgently so we can join his seed with my womb.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls.
“Is that a good thing?” I moan, as the silky sheets grind against my back, the mattress whining with our movements.
“Good?” he roars. “It’s. Perfect. Just like… you.”
The word perfect bounces around my mind as the sensations of our sex burn through my body, the two combining until it’s like I’m going to sink through the bed into a pool of sizzling lust.
Every part of me tingles, the place between my legs sizzling most of all as he drives even deeper inside of me.
I stare up into his twisted lips, his animal eyes, reading the lust and the desire for more.