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)
The fact that I’m being fucked senseless by a shadow in the dark should be any sane person’s nightmare. It should twist me up and drag me down. I should be crying because of the pain, and while I am, it’s not only that.
It doesn’t turn me off. It’s the exact opposite.
I’m so wet that the audible in and out of his cock echoes in the air. The tangible smell of sex and sweat surround us until they’re all I inhale.
And him.
There’s always him, hovering over me, immobilizing me in place and powering into me over and over.
He goes on and on, ramming inside me like he’s punishing me. Like I’m a hole he’s using to get off. “Do you feel yourself strangling my dick? Such a whore, even while being a virgin.”
I bang my palms against his chest, sobbing. “Stop…stop…”
“Ahhh…so fucking good.” He tightens his hold on my throat until I think I’m choking or fainting or dying.
But something entirely different happens.
I come.
This orgasm is different from anything I’ve experienced. There’s no buildup to alert me to the impact or those tingling sensations at my core whenever I’m about to reach a peak.
This one is so sudden, like slamming headfirst into a crashing wave. It steals my ability to breathe, think, or react. I go limp, unable to take it all in. I scream, but the sound is muffled by the lack of oxygen.
He picks up the speed of his thrusts, causing my back to slide up and down the stairs. It lasts through my orgasm, fueling it, heightening it, before he pulls out.
A groan escapes me when my pussy’s nerves tingle, indicating how sore and battered it is. I blink in confusion, still caught in my orgasm-induced haze as I stare at him. Did he come already?
As if answering my question, he releases my throat but not my hair as he crawls up my body and settles on top of me so that his knees are on either side of my face.
Grabbing his hard cock in one hand, he slaps me with it across the lips and I taste the precum. “Open that mouth and take me like a good whore.”
When I hesitate, he hits me three consecutive times on the lips. I open my mouth with a gasp and he thrusts inside, instantly hitting the back of my throat.
I choke and attempt to squirm, but his grip on my hair serves as a steering wheel while he powers in with a mad force. He uses my mouth in the most brutal way possible, making me gag on my drool and tears. He barely allows me any air before he drives back in and does it all over again.
And again.
My jaw is numb and my pussy aches, but the itch inside me is still there.
Waiting.
Probing.
Demanding more.
Just when I think he’ll keep fucking my face all night long, he pulls out. “Open your mouth wide. Let me see your tongue.”
I do as he tells me, wincing. His hold on my hair is so strong that I think some roots will rip.
Before I can mentally prepare myself, hot cum sprays all over my mouth and chin.
“Lick every fucking drop.”
I try to, mindlessly running my tongue over the contours of my lips and tasting him…and me.
Holy shit. I’m tasting both of us right now.
He taps my mouth with his cock, not too hard now, but enough to get my attention. “Good slut.”
And with that, his shadow disappears from over me.
I remain in place, sprawled all over the stairs with cum, drool, and tears streaking down my chin.
I have no idea how long I stay there, panting. A few moments later, the lights go on, but there’s no trace of him.
My harsh breathing remains irregular as I lick the remnants of his cum from my lips. Disappointment tugs at the base of my stomach.
Reality is here.
18
Naomi
“Nao?”
“W-what?” I stare at my best friend who has been talking for the past half an hour, but apparently, I haven’t listened to anything.
Lucy bumps her shoulder against mine as we head to the lunch table. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I just didn’t sleep much.”
“Watching serial killers again?”
No. Contemplating whether or not I need help.
Ever since Sebastian left me on the steps of my house two days ago with blood coating my thighs and his cum on my face, I’ve been seriously thinking I have some loose screw that needs taking care of.
So no, I haven’t slept. Instead, I’ve spent every moment obsessing over what happened, rethinking every touch and every brutal thrust.
Every hit and ever orgasm.
And…I got wet in the process. I might have touched myself to the memory, too.
That’s not normal.
That’s not how people react to being savagely fucked for the first time after being so paranoid about sex their entire life.
That’s not how one’s virginity is supposed to be taken.