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)
Naomi’s shriek is one of both pleasure and pain as tears cascade down her cheeks.
“Do you feel me stretching you so you can take my dick?”
She lowers her head, but I grab her by the hair, fingers digging into her scalp as I pull my fingers and dick out of her. “Look at me own every fucking hole you have to offer.”
Tears fill her eyes, but a look of complete ecstasy covers her features as I slam into her tight hole.
“Oh, fuck…” I bite my lower lip as my balls slap against her ass cheeks.
Naomi screams a piercing sound that nearly pops my eardrums. Her face is flushed red as her tears wash over her wretched expression.
I stop for a second as her stiff back muscles stretch around me.
“Don’t…stop.” She gasps, then blurts, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
What seems like a relieved expression paints her face before she sobs. “Fuck me…fuck me harder, Sebastian.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I drive into her with a level of madness I haven’t felt before. One where it’s only me and her.
I don’t give a fuck if it’s the beast and the toy or the quarterback and the cheerleader.
All I need is her strangling me, crying, begging for more.
Then begging me to stop.
Then begging for more all over again.
My balls hit her firm ass with every thrust, making her cry out until her voice is hoarse.
My deep, guttural growl fills the air as I come inside her.
I don’t even think about it as I ejaculate all the way in, filling her with my cum until she’s mewling, whether in pleasure or pain, I have no clue.
One thing’s for certain, though. We broke some sort of a glass wall between us tonight. It might have been invisible before, but it was always there, stopping us from going too deep.
Too raw.
Too hard.
Now, there’s nothing to stop us.
Not even ourselves.
27
Naomi
There’s intense and then there’s whatever the hell just happened.
A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt something like this would be my reality. That I would reach the level of depravity I only watched in true crime shows.
But this is different.
What Sebastian and I have is more dangerous than some deviant sexual behavior serial killers possess.
We don’t fantasize about hurting people; he fantasizes about hurting me, and I fantasize about being hurt by him and being the subject of his rough desires.
It’s probably not that simple, though, is it?
Because no matter how twisted we become, we’re still thirsty for more.
I know I am.
Fuck Akira and anyone who judges me for my fantasies that I’m not using to hurt anyone.
After our breathing levels out, I’m well prepared for Sebastian to leave me on the floor and never turn back. It’s his modus operandi, and using names won’t change that.
At least, that’s what I thought.
As I attempt to crawl into a standing position and beg Luce to drive me home, strong arms wrap around me, imprisoning me in place.
I startle, a small gasp falling from my lips as I grip Sebastian’s strong shoulders for balance.
He brings me down so we’re both lying on a small carpet that barely fits both of us. He pulls me closer so I’m lying on his chest and his steady heartbeat is right beneath my ear.
Even his pulse is as strong as him. Steady, powerful, and alluring.
The pads of his fingers stroke my shoulder blade in a steady rhythm. I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror across the room. The image is different from when he was taking my ass savagely and without holding back.
We’re naked after he stripped us both earlier. Our scattered clothes form a mess on the floor. But that’s the last thing I’m focused on when his strong body spoons around me. His leg is thrown over mine as if he’s forbidding me from running.
Or maybe he seeks the closeness.
But that doesn’t make sense. Why would he when our arrangement has been clear and direct since the beginning?
We’re using each other and that’s all, right?
He does pursue me afterward, but that’s only after he’s spent some time away. Be it half an hour or even a few minutes.
There always needs to be some distance put between us so the beast can morph into the man I know. The star quarterback with a fan page that worships at his feet and even knows his morning routine.
Not that I’m stalking him on social media or anything.
I’m not that desperate.
Oh, shut up, Naomi.
Anyhow, point is, this is the first time Sebastian has gotten close right after he’s finished.
Maybe he’s still the beast.
Maybe he’s not done tormenting me.
Though the promise of another round causes my core to throb, I really don’t think I’ll be able to take it. I can already feel the soreness in my ass and even my pussy. I need to go home and rub some oil on it.