Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
After what happened tonight, I thought I would have to beg for this. I thought it would take me months or even years to earn the privilege of pleasuring her again. But she’s not only allowing it, she’s so fucking hot for my tongue, she grinds her cunt down on it, her breathy whimpers filling the room. Filling my head. And with a shaking twist of her hips, she orgasms, coating my mouth, my chin, with the bliss I’ve wrung from her beloved body.
“Granger,” she gasps. “Please.”
We’re connected. She’s a part of me and I’m a part of her, so I don’t have to question what she wants. Needs. I climb up her body, cock in hand, and deliver it between her spread thighs, rutting her violently without hesitation. And she screams for it, her small tits bouncing wildly with the force of my pumps.
“This is your stalker fucking you, baby,” I growl in her ear. “You’re going to cream for the man who obsesses over you and this pussy every second of the day. Do you know how many times I had to lock myself in the janitor’s closet and bash my fucking fists against the wall because I needed to be inside you so bad?” The headboard slaps the wall in quick succession, in perfect timing with our smacking flesh. “I’m going to eat you alive, you tight little fairy.”
Her eyes widen and I think I’ve gone too far. Until she says, “Do it.”
I can almost hear the creaking hinges on the cage inside of me, the beast charging free of its prison. Keeping my cock buried deep, deep enough to make her whine loudly and dig her heels into my ass, I reach up and free her wrists from the restraints. But I don’t give her a chance to use her hands. No, I slide my shaft out of her sleek body and drag her off the bed, pinning her facedown to the floor.
Retrieving the rope from the bed, I bind her wrists quickly at the small of her back, blood and obsession and lust pounding in my head. Once her hands are secured, I knee Peyton’s thighs apart roughly and drive into her from behind, my roaring curse ringing out in the bedroom.
I clap my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams and fuck her, gnashing my teeth against her ear, some sick, animal part of me taking over, having been given the freedom from her acceptance. To run amok. To take without reservation.
“This is what would have happened if I didn’t put my cock in that cage,” I say hoarsely, licking the lobe of her ear. “Feel how badly I need you, honey? Feel what happens every time you blink or breathe or swallow? You ever run away from me again like you did at the school and I will chase you down. Do you understand me? In less than a minute, I’ll have you like this, face down, tied up and wiggling around on my dick trying to get an orgasm. Mine forever. Mine. Forever.”
She wails into my palm, her sex clenching around mine, her knees trying to dig into the floor so she can meet my thrusts. But I keep her flat beneath me and sneak a hand under her hips instead, positioning two fingers where she can grind her clit down on them. Her resulting scream makes me laugh darkly in her ear, my hips thrusting all the faster, feeling the ripples travel through her core, turning her into a hot, milking paradise for my cock. So wet and warm and tiny, I can’t stop my own climax from approaching with the speed of a bullet being fired from a gun.
When Peyton stiffens beneath me and begins to shake, crying out into my hand, I give myself permission to let go and my balls pulse, sending hot seed up my shaft in waves. I drop my hand from Peyton’s mouth and slap it down on the floor, along with my other one, my hips ramming forward quickquickquick, desperately, spurred on by my obsession with the girl beneath me. Claiming her, possessing her, making her mine. Now.
“I love you,” I gasp into her neck, pleasure and affection untying the knots inside of me one by one. “I love you, Peyton.”
I’m not disappointed when she doesn’t say it back to me. No, I’ve been given a gift. More than I ever could have expected—and I won’t be greedy. She isn’t leaving me. She still wants me, even though my dark obsession has been revealed. Over time, I will do everything in my power to make her return my feelings. Even if she can only develop a fraction of them, it’ll be leaps and bounds beyond what I ever expected to receive in my lifetime.