Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He pushed on the shaft of his length, then slipped inside me, fitting through my tight opening and sinking until his fat dick was completely inside me, his warm balls hitting my ass. His powerful arms held his weight on top of me, kept me squished against the mattress while he weighed me down. I was smothered by his hot skin and sexy muscles. I was enveloped by his kisses. He was an enormous barrier that separated me from the horrors of the world. For that moment, I felt safe underneath him, that nothing could interrupt this pleasurable peace that he gave me.
I never thought sex could heal me.
Not after it had destroyed me for so long.
He thrust inside me just the way he did last night, hitting me in the right spot at the perfect pace. I could probably handle something more intense, but since last night felt so good, I wanted that again. It was my favorite item on the menu.
I’d already fucked him once, so I wasn’t ashamed of how much I enjoyed him. My nails clawed at his muscular back, and my pussy soaked his fat length wrapped in the condom. His name escaped from my lips, like I was with a lover rather than my keeper.
He moaned every time I said his name.
I didn’t want this to end. I wanted it to keep going forever. My mind shut off, and I didn’t think about anything else except the fire between my legs. Like last night, he brought me to a climax instantly, the size and shape of his dick hitting an invisible button inside my body. My thighs squeezed his hips, and I bucked against him in response, my body working on its own and independent of my mind.
“Looks like I broke my record.”
I kept my face pressed against his as I finished, my pussy still convulsing around his length. I rode the high until I was completely finished, the arousal seeping between my legs even more than before. “Make me come again…”
He smiled against my mouth. “I’d be happy to.”
I prepared lunch, making sandwiches and salads. Carter jumped in the shower once we were done, so I had some time to myself. I brought everything to the table, along with two glasses of iced tea.
I sat down and stared out the window, unsure how to feel about my new situation. I’d slept with Carter because I was attracted to him, but I kept bedding him because the sex was good. Not just good, but extraordinary. The list of men I’d slept with wasn’t very long, but I hadn’t experienced anything like what I had with Carter.
He was a professional.
Being in his captivity was starting to feel more like a vacation than imprisonment. If I didn’t have someone waiting for me, I would just settle for the comfortable life he offered me. No one would judge me for it. And if they did, then they simply didn’t understand the kind of torture I’d endured. It was a miracle my mind hadn’t shattered like the rest of my body. If I didn’t have so much to live for, I would have thrown in the towel a long time ago.
Carter came into the dining room and joined me, shirtless in his sweatpants—as usual. He sat down, didn’t say a word, and started to eat.
Once he was beside me, I helped myself to the meal I prepared. We’d skipped breakfast because we woke up too late for that. It was midday, and the scorching sun burned the golden fields outside the window. The cooling system in his house kept us comfortable, but I could tell it was insanely hot outside, not to mention humid.
He watched me as he chewed, more entertained by my appearance than the Italian landscape around us. He hadn’t shaved for the last two days, so a thick line of hair was beginning to cover his jawline. His eyes were dark brown, the color beautiful and deep. When they were directed on me, it was like being under the scrutiny of a microscope.
I didn’t smell like him or hot, sweaty sex anymore since I’d showered. But I suspected my pores would slowly start to soak up every single molecule, and it wouldn’t matter how many times I showered, the smell would become permanent.
I kept my eyes on my food, ignoring him. I should get used to the stare, but I still hadn’t. Our routine was exactly the same as it was every single day. We sat together, and he watched me like I was a TV screen.
He broke the silence with a question. “Why did you sleep with me?”
Despite the candidness of his question, I didn’t stop chewing my food. I finished it before I sipped my iced tea.
He stopped eating, focused on me completely as he waited for an answer.