Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Now that you’re all relaxed and loosened up, I’m going to take your last virgin hole. I’m going to make you mine in every way.”
If it wasn’t for the endorphin rush still swirling around in my brain, I would probably be scared right now.
He lifts my body off the bed and carefully turns me around to lie on my stomach. He moves the pillow from under my head and stuffs it under my stomach instead. He turns my head to the side and swipes the hair out of my face, making sure I’m comfortable and able to breathe well before he moves behind me and between my legs.
The sound of the lube bottle being opened again meets my ear moments before a cold liquid trickles down between my butt cheeks. I can feel Alaric’s finger on me a second later, massaging in the lube. At first just around my puckered hole, but then he enters me again, two fingers at a time.
The feeling is still foreign but not as weird as it was the first time. He fucks my ass with his fingers for a few minutes, stretching it until he is sure I can take his cock.
“I think your ass is ready, Monroe. I think my cock is gonna fit nicely in this tight hole. And I think you’re going to come harder than you ever have.”
He removes his fingers and replaces them with the smooth head of his dick. Slowly, he pushes inside my back entrance. If I could talk, I would tell him to stop or at least slow down. But he just keeps pushing his too-big cock inside my small hole, stretching me so much I think he might be tearing me open.
I feel so full, so much pressure, and for the first time tonight, I’m desperate for him to stop. That thought pops like a balloon on a needle when Alaric snakes his hand around to play with my clit. His fingers draw firm circles over it while he fucks my ass in slow but deep thrusts.
The discomfort rapidly dissipates, leaving behind a pleasurable sensation that soon turns into pure bliss. How can this feel so good?
“Fuck, Monroe,” Alric murmurs into my hair before swiping it away to run open-mouth kisses over my neck and shoulder. “You feel so fucking good. You’re perfect. Every single inch of you is perfect, and the best part… you’re all mine.”
My eyes flutter close as another orgasm slams into me. It comes suddenly but seems to go on forever. In my mind, I moan, my back arches, and my muscles tighten, but in reality, I’m completely still while my release runs through my body like a silent storm.
Alaric is still fucking my ass when I come down from my high, but his hands are now holding my hips, keeping me in place as his thrusts become erratic and his grunts turn louder.
“Fuck, I’m going to blow a load deep into your tight ass…” With one last violent thrust, he buries his cock in my ass and holds himself there while coating my insides with his cum. His body goes slack on top of mine, and for a second, I panic. He is so heavy it’s hard for me to breathe, and I have no way of letting him know.
Luckily, he shifts his weight and gets off the bed a moment later, letting me breathe easily again. I follow him with my eyes as much as I can, watching him disappear into the bathroom and return with a washcloth in his hand.
He uses the cloth to wipe between my legs. It’s warm, and he is being so gentle that it actually feels good against my still sensitive skin. He takes his time cleaning me up, then throws the washrag into the laundry basket.
When he climbs back into the bed, he sits up with his back against the headboard and lifts me off the mattress. I still can’t move, but he has no trouble maneuvering my body to pull me onto his lap and cradle me against his chest. I know I should be mad at him, furious for violating me like this, but right now, I simply feel content. My body and mind are worn out, but I feel safe and taken care of.
My limbs are heavy and useless, and my eyelids are starting to feel the same way. I want to stay awake and talk to him about all of this, but I’m so tired. I can talk to him tomorrow. With my cheek pressed against Alaric’s firm chest, he strokes my hair, and I let the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.
20
Alaric
Today is the day I'm getting married. The day I officially make Monroe mine, whether she likes it or not. After tonight, there will be no way for her to escape.