Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
My heart stops. Those were the exact words TJ told me back in my apartment; only that voice doesn’t belong to the man who brought me back from my darkness. Unbidden, my body responds much the same way it did then, and when his cock is pressed to my lips, I open up willingly.
A hoarse grunt echoes around the room when he shoves in as far as he can go, staying there until I begin to choke around him. He only backs away a few inches before he pushes me to my limit once again.
A pair of rough hands rip open my shirt before fondling my breasts with punishing grips as another person yanks my sweats down my hips. A surprisingly tentative finger sweeps at my seam, and my tears of shame soak into the fabric covering my eyes.
“You fucking slut,” a man hisses in my ears. “You’re fucking soaked.”
My body was trained to respond to brutality. Getting wet for the men hurting me after I’d been abducted was self-preservation. Getting fucked dry just makes the assault worse. I’m reasoning with myself, trying to explain away the real reason I’m terrified and turned on right now. A psychologist would have a field day in my head right now. I don’t even understand it myself.
The man attached to the dick in my mouth grunts again before pulling his cock free. Like a whore, I lean forward a couple of inches, tongue out looking for his dick.
A chuckle echoes around the room. Apparently, I’m entertaining him, or maybe he just knows me better than I know myself.
“Stand her up. I want her cunt.”
As if he’s the leader, I feel several sets of hands picking me up, doing his bidding. It’s then that I realize I’m just feeding into my own victimization, so my will to fight is renewed.
“Get your fucking hands off me!” I roar, but I’m met with more strength than I can fight against. Fabric of some sort is stuffed in my mouth to staunch my wails as a handful of men carry me to a flat surface and spread me out on the top. I’m star-fished, my ass nearly hanging off the edge, and I freeze when I feel the heat of a man between my legs.
My muscles ache with the strain of trying to get free, but I freeze when a warm mouth covers my pussy.
My hiss is blocked by my gag, and I’m actually happy that my eyes are blocked so my captors can’t tell how spectacular that mouth feels.
Who in the hell takes a woman against her will but tries to pleasure her first? I moan into the rag again as the hot tongue spears me open, but it’s gone way too soon. My leg muscles flex in disappointment because I want him back.
“I bet she tastes fucking amazing,” a man holding one of my arms says.
If my mouth weren’t full, I’d offer myself to him.
Next thing I know, a thick cock is breeching me, taking something I didn’t offer, no matter how ready my body is for the invasion.
How can I be terrified and blissed out at the same time?
Without warning, the blindfold is yanked away, and although with the blinding overhead light I can’t immediately focus my eyes, I can feel my limbs being released one by one and see shapes of men as they walk away. When my vision renews, I find TJ standing between my trembling legs with his cock buried to the hilt inside of me.
“I’m everything you need,” he growls before pulling back and slamming forward again.
Without warning, I come. My pussy spasms around him, rhythmically clenching and releasing his cock.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, never slowing the ravaging tempo of his snapping hips.
“TJ,” I moan. “This-you-God-what?”
“Shh, baby. We’ll talk later.”
I don’t think about my fucked-up needs, or how demented I must be to have gotten wet while being attacked. The only thing that exists in this world right now is the man who somehow knows and is able to give me exactly what I need when I can’t even voice those things myself.
I come twice more before his shiny blade comes out to join the party, and as soon as the light glints off the metal, I know I’m in for one hell of a night.
Chapter 42
TJ
The early light of dawn is shining around the blinds on the window before we finally fall into bed.
“You seem relaxed now,” I tell Kaci as I sweep the damp hair away from her face.
“You don’t,” she whispers as her eyes search mine.
“You said you were leaving today.” I don’t really want to have this fucking conversation but avoiding shit doesn’t make things better.
A weak smile tugs at her lips. We’re laying in my bed facing one another, but our bodies aren’t touching. If I know her like I’m certain I do, she’s still in that place where she needs to calm down before being touched again. We spent hours in the garage taking our frustrations out on each other before coming in and showering off the blood and cum before bandaging each other up. The last time I entered her pussy it was so swollen from coming for hours that I could barely push myself past the inflamed tissue. She came even harder that time than she did the entire night. This girl is fucking perfect for me, and I pray that she feels the same way about me.