Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
I sigh softly with relief, but it’s short-lived.
As soon as he gets the condom on, he drives his hips forward, impaling me in a single thrust that makes me cry out. I claw at the beach, realizing I am sore, but he doesn’t take it any easier on me.
Thankfully I’m wet and the condom eases the passage more than his bare skin did, but I still feel the aching fullness of him inside me. Since I’ve pissed him off, he draws back and slams into me again. It hurts, so on instinct, I try to crawl away from him.
“I don’t fucking think so.” My heart thuds as he grabs a fistful of my hair, pushing me down on the ground and caging me in with his body.
“Landon,” I gasp, my heart hammering in my chest.
He forces himself inside me again. The passage isn’t quite as tight this time, but it’s still uncomfortable. Especially because he holds me down and does it again and again and again.
I don’t even feel like a participant in what’s happening.
I pant as he groans and thrusts into me. “Fuck, Parker,” he cries.
I lie here, my face hot and my heart pounding as he slams his cock into me again, harder this time. Somehow it feels like he goes deeper. Making more room for himself inside me than there naturally is.
He’s a greedy bastard. He wants more, more, more.
Despite the mildly claustrophobic feeling of being held down and fucked like a thing instead of a person, I can feel a telltale pressure building inside me as he slams forward, driving his cock deep. It’s dizzying, and it feels dirty and depraved to feel pleasure when he’s using me like this, but my gasps aren’t ones of horror because it feels like he’s trying to destroy me. They’re pleasure because he fills me so fucking full of him. I’m not even sure I want him to, but he doesn’t care. He’s never cared.
When he gets closer to his own climax, he gets rougher, but my body is used to it by then. He grabs my hair and pulls it, forcing my head back against his shoulder.
“You fucking like that?”
“Do you care if I don’t?” I bite out, but the way I can’t help from pushing my ass back into his thrusts probably outs me for the dirty liar I am.
He chuckles lowly, kissing my neck, then biting it. “No. No, I don’t.”
“Asshole,” I hiss, cutting off on a gasp as he slams in again and hits just the right spot.
“Damn right,” he mutters, sinking his cock deep into my pussy. “Do yourself a favor and don’t forget it.”
He rises, taking the pressure off my back. I breathe a deep sigh of relief, but it’s cut short by him repositioning me, bringing my knees in closer to my belly, then folding me over them almost like I’m kneeling to pray.
This time, when he shoves his cock into me, I lose my everloving shit. He angles my hips and keeps a hand pressed against my back so I don’t try to get up, but as uncomfortable as this position is, it’s worth it.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, my whole body trembling as he fucks me. “Oh my god, oh my god. Landon.”
“Keep your ass right here, baby.” He keeps the hand on my back, but slides his other hand under me so he can stroke my clit while he fucks me.
“Oh, no.” He teases my clit as he pushes inside me. The pressure inside is too much. All I can chant is, “No, no, no, no,” because what’s brewing inside feels unbearable. “I can’t. I can’t.”
“Shh. Shut that pretty fucking mouth and take what I give you.”
Oh my god.
I’m already so wet I don’t know how the towel isn’t soaked, but when he says that, I feel my body’s response like he turned on a faucet. I hear it in the wet noise when he slams into me again.
It’s too much.
“Stop. Stop, I can’t…”
He strokes my clit even faster. “Yes, you can.”
“No,” I whine.
But then it’s out of my hands.
I feel it in my clit first, the sharp spark of pleasure that steals my breath away, but a fraction of a second later, I feel it deep inside, an eruption of pleasure that explodes so violently, my vision goes black. My body shakes and I cry out, whimpering as Landon continues to fuck me through it. My pussy convulses around him, squeezing him as I cry out.
When it finally ends, I can’t move or think or breathe properly. I feel wetness on my cheeks, under my eyes.
Am I crying?
I’m too far away to process, to think.
My body is still jostled back and forth as Landon grips my hips with both hands, driving into me, chasing his own pleasure. “Fuck. Oh, Christ, Parker.”