Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“I’m not afraid of you,” I taunt as my pussy throbs at his threat.
“You should be.” He shoves me up against the cool, dank wall, my hands splaying on the stone. “It’s time you fear.”
Nick pushes my dress up, and as if my panties are made of delicate paper, he tears them off of me effortlessly. The cool air of the room caresses my bare ass, but the coldness is replaced by heat as his palm comes crashing down upon my flesh. He spanks me so hard that I cry out, my voice bouncing off the wall in front of me. Kicking my feet so they spread wider apart, he thrusts his fingers inside of my pussy without ease and without warning. I’m tender from earlier, so the aggressive thrust is biting, yet every nerve is still alive from his cock claiming me only hours before.
“I don’t like being disobeyed,” he says as he scissors his fingers inside of me.
“And I don’t like being told what to do.” I moan as the period of the statement, but I can’t help myself.
“It’s time you learn how.” He pulls out his fingers and spanks me with their wetness. “Spread your legs wider and stick your ass out.”
I contemplate refusing to do as he commands, but my body wants to follow his direction word for word even if my mind doesn’t. With my dress bunched at my waist, I do exactly as he asks and hear the sound of his zipper being lowered. His body positions between my ready stance, and he shoves his cock into my overly sensitive pussy in one forceful push.
He takes hold of my hair again, tugging back to expose my neck to his teeth. Like a demon of the night, he bites and sucks, marking me as his as he drives his cock deeper and deeper inside of me.
This isn’t making love. This isn’t sex. This is fucking. Primal, raw, dick-in-cunt fucking.
He puts his finger into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own essence. He swirls it around my tongue, pushes it in and out at the same rhythm his cock is moving in and out of my sore hole. Just as I get used to the finger in my mouth, he pulls it out and places it at my anus. His finger is slick with my saliva, but the friction is still there as he pushes inside of my ass. The double penetration of his cock and finger in both of my holes is enough to make me scream out as an orgasm rocks my body without any warning.
He continues to fuck me with no mercy. It’s hard, it hurts, it’s erotic in ways I should run from, but only want more. His cock is too big, and yet I don’t want him to ever stop. In and out, he punishes. Deeper and deeper he teaches me that he is not a man to taunt and tease. With Nick, consequences will be delivered always. But what he doesn’t know is that I like his abuse. His wicked and hot-as-hell abuse.
A second orgasm nears, and just as it does, Nick pushes all the way in and fills my pussy with his seed. I picture it coating every inch inside of me, and I’ve never felt so complete.
He then pulls his cock out, replaces it with his fingers and shoves them back inside of my pussy. He doesn’t keep them inside of me for long, but instead pulls them out and runs his fingertips along my lips, coating them in both his and my cum.
“I want you to taste the two of us combined,” he orders, his breath heavy, his voice low.
I lick my lips in compliance. I taste him. I taste me. I taste us.
“That’s how it’s supposed to be. Always. You and me. Never apart.” He licks his fingers as well, closing his eyes as he does. “Never fucking apart again. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” I say as he spins me around to face him. “Never apart again.”
He lowers my dress, puts his cock back into his pants, and smiles.
“Harrison and Martha have arrived. Let’s go greet them and help them settle in,” he says, his composure regained even though I can barely stand on wobbly knees. He leans in and licks my lips as if I missed some of our cum. “Never apart again.”
Chapter Thirteen
Nick
“Hello. Hello!” I call out in greeting. “I hope you all slept well last night, and breakfast was good.”
Lyriope and I didn’t join everyone for breakfast as I wanted to spend some more time alone with her before we had to be thrust back into reality.
Harrison and Martha both return my smile, and I can’t help but be grateful they are here. Aside from Cora, they are all I have when it comes to family. I know I can count of them, and both would take a bullet to the heart for me, as I would them.