Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
It’s not only his smell that’s different from his normal football star image that I’m familiar with. There’s also the way he breathes, how his chest rises and falls. It’s harsh and violent but also calm and collected.
Calculated.
He’s not a mindless beast who’s out for the kill. No, he’s a manipulative one out to toy with his prey.
Me.
He uses his hold on my hair and yanks my head back so his face is peering down on mine. I can’t see much aside from the hoodie covering his head, but I can almost make out the spark in his eyes. The sadism in there is so deep and it translates in how tightly he grips me by the hair.
It’s different from how he touched me today in the cafeteria. How he stroked my stomach and gently ran his fingers over my lip as he fed me. The contrast between then and now is so high that I get some sort of whiplash. It’s like he has a split personality or something.
His lips find my ear as he whispers, “Have you been waiting like a good little slut?”
“No!” I elbow him in the chest and squirm to free my hair, but that only makes him grip it harder until I’m screaming. For real.
It hurts. It hurts so bad.
And any fighting I do only causes him to tug on the roots, tilting my head back farther, until all I can think about is the pain.
His free palm slides across my breasts before he grips one of them so savagely, I whimper. His fingers dig into the soft skin, and even though it’s through the clothes, I feel the brutality of it to my bones.
“Stop it!” I wiggle, but he doesn’t give me room to do anything.
“Look at how these tits are begging to be hurt, to be used and abused like the rest of you, my filthy little toy.”
“No, stop it—ahhh!” I scream when he pinches one of my nipples through my bra and tugs on it.
Just when I’m focused on that, he yanks my top, ripping it down the middle and releases my breasts from the bra.
I gasp as he flattens his large palm against my aching nipples and rubs them together so roughly, I nearly come then and there. The friction is so damn tantalizing that it burns in my pussy. It’s like constantly being on the verge of twisted mayhem and sick pleasure.
“Hmm. Your huge tits are made for fucking. You’ll take my dick in there, won’t you?”
“No…”
He slaps my aching nipples and I squeal. “What did you just say, slut?”
“No!” I sob.
His lips brush against my ear as he whispers, “And you think I care? The more you say no, the harder my dick gets to fuck the word out of you. The more you beg, no, please, the harder I’ll tear through that cunt until there’s nothing left.”
This is sick. This is so sick, but I do it.
I provoke him.
Rearing my head back, I butt him in the chin with a roar. At first, I mean it as a form of egging him on, but it gets too real too soon.
My adrenaline level hits the roof as I release myself from his hold and slap and claw at him. My screams and shrieks mount and echo in the air like a fucked-up dark symphony.
I’m not even sure where I’m smacking as I let my adrenaline-induced side take over.
But my blows are short-lived.
He grabs me forcefully by the arm and twists me around as he shoves me against the rock. Breath knocks out of my lungs as my face and chest land against the solid surface and then his hand wraps around my neck as he fumbles with my skirt.
I kick my legs in the air. “No, no, no…”
“It’s time you learn your fucking place.” His voice is hoarse and aroused as he jams two of his fingers against my lips from behind, forcing their way between my teeth. “Bite and I will fuck you raw in the ass. I bet it’s virgin, too, waiting for my thick cock to tear it.”
“No, please, stop it…don’t hurt me…don’t hurt me…”
“Shut the fuck up and take my dick like the slut you are.” And then he’s thrusting his cock inside my pussy and his fingers in my mouth at the same time.
I gasp, wailing a “please,” but it barely comes out as a mumble.
He spreads my legs as his cock forces its way inside me, tearing me with its entry until I’m sobbing and blubbering. I’m begging for his mercy, for him not to hurt me, but it’s only a mumble of sounds and sobs.
They’re as useless as the meaning behind them.
My pelvis hits the solid edge of the rock with each of his thrusts and I can feel the bruises forming. I attempt to squirm, but he pins me down by jamming his elbow on the small of my back.