Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“W-what if she comes back?” I try, but all and any reasons to protest die in my mind when Nico covers the lower half of my face with his hand, wordlessly telling me to be quiet. And oh, how I long to fulfill all his wishes.
“Then she’s gonna find me railing you and either kick us out or call the cops.” There’s a fresh pack of cleaning sponges resting nearby, and I watch him grab one. Before I can ask him what he wants with it, he unceremoniously stuffs it in my mouth. Leaning over me, he whispers in my ear. “So let’s not attract attention with your moaning.”
The foam tastes of nothing, but the sound of his voice, so low and commanding, makes me bite into it as he kneads my flesh, already hard against my ass. I look back, only for him to take a handful of my hair and press my face against the cardboard. I can’t help myself, and I’m once again overcome by a perverted desire that penetrates every bit of flesh. My body already knows what it wants, and my mind isn’t far behind.
In some ways, this is so much easier than the hard conversations we’ve been having, dealing with who he is, or that I’m intending to kill my brother. With Nico, all sense of past or future disappears, leaving only the here and now, where loneliness doesn’t exist.
But lust sure does, along with that pinch of fear that makes my dick hard.
I don’t know if this is punishment or if he misses me and doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. Either way, when he unzips my pants then pulls them down, exposing me in a room where someone could walk in on us any minute, thinking becomes impossible.
I’m not even sure if we’ve arranged that I’m his until he kills Carl, or if I’m supposed to fulfill his needs after we’re done too. Or if it’s a valid arrangement at all.
Nico pinches my nipple, and his cock settles between my ass cheeks as he enjoys kneading my flesh. He shamelessly squeezes my cock too, once more pressing my face down when I try to look back.
I want to remind him we have little time, that we should hurry, but the sponge in my mouth keeps me silent, so I express the urgency I’m feeling by rubbing myself against him with a soft moan. His shaft is such a beautiful fit in my crack, and I twist my hips to kiss it with my hole.
“So eager, huh? Starving for a violent criminal’s dick?” he asks in an unforgiving voice.
I hate how true his words are. I can’t divorce my lust from who he is, and how I criticized him for it. My body doesn’t care about laws, and I get goosebumps of anticipation when he backs off a little, because I’ve no doubt he’s getting lube. I’ve barely started having sex, but I love it so much. I love his dick inside me and how long he can go on for, how strong he is, how confident.
I love it when he puts his weight on top of me and shows me how much in control of me he really is. Deep down, I trust him not to hurt me, but knowing how dangerous he is, how unhinged, makes me harder than anything else. I crave to have him hold me down and fuck me hard on the floor of the cell where he put me that night he abducted me. I want him to scare me until I believe that the upcoming orgasm might be my very last.
Maybe I even want to see him kill bad people who would never answer for their crimes otherwise.
I moan into my makeshift gag and spread my thighs wider, hungry for him.
He doesn’t waste any more time and spits on my exposed hole despite also following that up with a drizzle of lube. My balls tighten from arousal, and then he’s aligning himself with my anus. It’s like having warmth explode deep inside me, and I long for him to reach where the sensation originates.
“Come on, relax and open up to me. Give me what I’m owed,” Nico whispers, and then his weight is on me again. I want to take him. Fast. Now. But his cock is thick, and I’ve only taken it a few times. I’m not that used to his girth yet. Still, the raw need wins out, and I twist my body as I push out, relaxing my muscles. It feels almost like my hole is welcoming him with a kiss, and I sob into the sponge, so very desperate to offer him the best I have.
As soon as his cockhead is in, Nico grabs my arms and pulls them back. “I guess this is all you want to be for me…” he mutters before a harsh thrust that leaves me whimpering and shifting my weight helplessly.