Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
No, that would be a waste. Her womb is where my seed belongs.
“Tell me you’re beautiful.”
I seriously need to stop. My manhood is too hard for this, clouding my thinking, my balls expanding. Everything is on fire. Everything is swelling. Precome leaks from my tip, wave after wave of it.
“I don’t know if I can,” she murmurs, staring wide-eyed at me.
“Say. It.”
She flinches at my tone. I’m letting out too much of my darkness, my hunger. I’ve unintentionally let the beast out of the cage, but being this close is like a drug. I can’t stop the hunger, even if I want to, and I’m not sure I do want to.
“I’m beautiful,” she murmurs, her voice weak.
“Say it like you mean it because it’s true.”
“I’m b-beautiful.”
“Are you going to make me punish you?”
She whimpers, which does nothing to calm me down. My dick pushes with more force against my pants, smearing precome all over. My shaft is aching with so much tension in it.
“P-p-punish me?”
“If you don’t say it like you mean it, I’m going to spank your curvy, thick, beautiful ass until you do.”
Fuck it. I can’t fight this.
She gasps when I lean down, roughly grabbing her hips as I guide my lips to hers. I push against her powerfully, so she knows who she belongs to and that there’s nobody else she can ever touch or give herself to.
She’s not returning the kiss, as if she’s frozen, her lips still, but I keep kissing her harder. Finally, she opens her mouth, her tongue nervously finding mine. I drive my hips forward, letting her feel the solid outline of my manhood against her belly. It’s like my cock is trying to get to her womb. My seed is searching for a home, and there’s only one place it belongs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jane
When he first kissed me, I almost told him to stop. Not because I don’t want it. Not because my entire world didn’t change shape when his lips touched mine.
Luke’s mouth pushes obsessively against mine, groaning as his hands sink deeper into my hips. I’ve imagined this so many times. I know that if I keep going, eventually, it will end. It will crash and burn, and then that will be it.
I’ll get my hopes up, tricking myself into believing my crush needs me as desperately as I need him. Then, once it’s over, I won’t be able to take it. More abandonment. More pain.
Maybe I should grow up, forget about the past, and stop lingering in it. Now that I’ve returned his kiss, I know I can’t stop. Our tongues touch in a sparkling conflagration of lust.
I nervously reach up and press down on his shoulders, his muscles feeling carved from stone. There’s no give in them, just his power and strength pushing against me.
“Are you ready to say it again?” he says, ending the kiss, but he keeps his face close to mine so I can feel his breath moving over my face, warm and tempting.
“I’m beautiful,” I whisper.
He lets go of my hips and then spanks me lightly on the ass. I’ve never been spanked before, but that isn’t saying much. I’ve never done much of anything before.
“Was that my punishment?” I say, pushing down the nerves that try to choke away my words.
“Why? Didn’t it feel like one?” He smirks. “You enjoyed it too much?”
“Maybe,” I whisper. I should scream yes.
He spanks me again, a little firmer this time, his eyes locked on me.
“You love it,” he growls.
“Only because I can tell how much you like it.”
“Bend over. I need to spank you for real.”
No, things are moving too fast, and when it’s over…
The anxious part of my mind isn’t in control anymore. It recedes to the background as I do what he says, turning, propping my hands on the kitchen island, and sticking my hips out.
I wonder if he’ll laugh or if I’ve finally found the man who appreciates my figure. Not finally. It’s not like I’ve been looking.
How perfect would that be? The man I’ve crushed on since I first learned who he was, my inspiration… He’s the one who intensely bolsters my self-esteem and teaches me with his lust-filled touch that I don’t have to be shy or doubt myself.
Looking over my shoulder, I’ve never seen a man so captivated, but I have to keep reminding myself that I don’t have a frame of reference. I’m so tired of thinking, Is this really happening? I can’t push the thought away, not when he raises his hand with his eyes locked on me.
“Tell me and mean it. Believe it.”
“I’m beautiful.”
Oh, jeez. When he spanks me harder this time, the pleasure is new and confusing. A stinging kiss spreads across my body and coils around my hips. He does it again, and I tell him what he wants to hear each time. Over and over, the stinging feeling turns to a tickling teasing that has my sex wet and achy. How far is he going to take this? I can’t give him my… I can’t sleep with him, knowing that this has to end like everything does.