Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“None of that,” he tells me.
He says that but his thick fingers slip between the folds of my sex and he plays with my clit. I hold on to him, never wanting to let go. He’s easily three times bigger than me and I should be scared of him, but all I want to do is be as close to him as humanly possible. I’ve never felt this connection with another person in my life and I don’t know what this feeling is. But I know I won’t be able to breathe without it.
I’ve heard one of the counselors use the term “clinger” before. I overheard Jack saying it when he was talking to another male counselor. He was talking about some girl he slept with in town and how she wouldn't leave him alone after he banged her. I guess that’s what I’ve become because I don't want to leave Moose alone. Jack called the girl a “stage-five clinger,” so if she was a five I’m probably a ten. Moose doesn't look as though he minds right now and I pray it doesn't change.
“But I want it.” I try and move my hips to rock against his finger, but his other hand is holding me down.
In the short time I’ve been with Moose I’ve learned I go and move to wherever he wants me. My nipples tighten as I think about the control he has over me. It might be twisted but I love it.
“Only a little.” His voice comes out gravely and deep.
I’m not sure if he’s talking to himself or me, but either way his finger slides down and pushes into me. I moan as his thumb takes over playing with my clit and he touches that perfect spot.
“Fuck,” Moose grunts. “I think you're tighter now than last night.”
He leans down and kisses my neck, but he doesn't stop thrusting his thick finger in and out of me. His big strong body is half on top of mine and I’m pinned to the bed as he forces me to take what he gives.
“Your pussy is swollen but is still begging for more. You’re a hungry little thing, aren't you?”
I nod, unable to form words. It is always snug when Moose is inside me. It doesn't matter if it’s his fingers or cock. I love the feeling of being stuffed full of him. I might be swollen, but I don't care because it only means I’m going to hold on to him tighter. My body and I are both begging silently for him to never let me go. He pumps one finger then adds another. He rocks my hips to ride his hand as his thumb on my clit moves faster.
“I guess it’s good there’s a lot of me to feed you.” He teases me, but it’s the truth. I want as much of him as I can get.
“Yes!” I cry out and cum all over his fingers. I try and cling to him but my body gives out. But he’s right there to hold me close and keep me safe. I sigh into his neck and close my eyes. “Don’t let me go.”
“Never,” I think I hear him say but can’t be sure.
I can feel his hard cock press between us as I slowly come back to earth.
“I didn’t take care of you,” I whisper, sliding down his chest.
He stands with me in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. He places me on the counter with his thick length between us. He groans when I reach for him and doesn't stop me as I begin to stroke him the way he taught me to.
“Be a good girl and let me take care of you first,” he breathes as he starts to brush my hair.
I can tell he’s trying to get himself under control, but when I see a pearl of cum leak from his cock I stroke him faster, wanting more. I want to give him the same pleasure he keeps giving me so that way he’ll crave me too. He’ll never want me to leave and I can stay here forever.
“Lean back.” His voice comes out in a snap and I look up at him. “If you want it, then you’re going to get it.”
I do as I’m told and lean back as he tosses the brush away and grips my hips. He pulls my ass so I hang off the side of the counter with my legs dangling over the side. I’m not tall enough for my toes to touch the ground, but with him between them I don’t need to. He makes me spread my legs wide for him, and he takes up all the space my body can make.
“I didn't want to wash it off you but I knew I had to take care of you.” He takes my hand off his cock. “Spread your lips.”