Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
He probed between my pussy lips and gripped the back of my thigh, right at that crease where my ass and leg came together. His fingers were painful, the threat of bruises not just an idea but a reality.
“Stop,” I begged. Pleaded. “Please. Stop.”
But he didn’t listen. He sucked and licked at my pussy, moving that hand to use his thumb to spread me open and plunge his tongue inside my clenching hole. I let my head fall back against the inflatable wall, exposing my throat even more to the knife as I stared at the canopy above, yet that didn’t matter as pleasure after mind-numbing pleasure coursed through me.
I was breathing harder, my breasts pushing up against the top of my outfit, my nipples so hard they ached painfully.
He moved the blade down my throat and went lower to tease my collarbone. With a quick twist of his wrist, he sliced through the strap of my top. But the bralette was tight enough that my breasts were still securely in place despite one strap being loose.
He continued moving the knife downward. My skin warmed the metal, made it slick with the blood from my neck. And when he pulled back, I forced myself to look down and stare at him.
I should’ve kicked him in the face, kneed him in the balls. But all I could do was look at his mouth, which was no longer covered by the skull mask because he’d pushed it up to eat me. His lips were glossy from saliva and my pussy juices, and as he ran his tongue over his top and then his bottom lip, he hummed in pleasure.
He disgusted me.
How good this felt transfixed and horrified me.
And then the blade was between my thighs, the edge so sharp he nicked me once again. I could feel they weren’t deep cuts, but he gave me several of them, the blood dripping down my inner thighs to mingle with my wetness and his spit.
He hooked his hand behind my knee, hiking my leg up, and pressed it against the wall, spreading me open as he wedged his shoulders even farther between my legs. I reached out to push him away, but he turned his head and bit my hand, a hard nip that caused me to yelp and yank my hand back.
“Keep your fucking hands up. I’m going to eat this pussy out, little rabbit. Like it or not.”
The knife disappeared behind his back, and the relief I felt was brief because he then brought that now empty palm down on my pussy in three consecutive spanks.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I rose on my toes, reaching up and gripping the mesh above me. A shocked sound left me, that instant discomfort taking root in my very core.
He growled and latched his mouth onto my cunt, but on instinct, I tried to push him away. My body knowing this was so very wrong, even if it felt so very good.
“Stop.” I didn’t know why I bothered saying anything. He didn’t care. He wouldn’t stop.
Instead, he slapped my pussy again as punishment for disobeying and then sucked on my clit painfully hard. I was on the verge of having an orgasm and hated myself because of it.
I swung out, my fist connecting with the side of his head. He grunted but only slapped my pussy even harder, my eyes clamping shut.
“Do it again,” he groaned and licked my cunt. “Every hit to me gets your pussy spanked with more force.”
And then I felt him cut my inner thigh again. He licked the wound, lapping me up, and I felt my desire start to spiral out of control as he growled, those vibrations going straight to my core.
I was shaking my head. I refused to give him what he wanted. I refused to climax at the feel of that unwanted pleasure when this was wrong on every level imaginable.
As if he knew where my thoughts were, knew how hard I was struggling to resist him, he bit my inner thigh hard enough I knew he broke skin. I screamed just as he plunged his fingers into my pussy.
“You’re going to fucking give me your orgasm, little rabbit. You’re going to give it to me, or I’ll make you regret it.” He bit me again and slammed his fingers deeper inside me.
I was crying, tears streaming down my cheeks, because I hated myself for giving in to my body’s natural response. But it was too intense to control. It was when he pumped those fingers into my pussy and sucked on my clit at the same time that I couldn’t stop myself.
I came for him, tossing my head back, thrusting my breasts out, and grabbing hold of his hoodie, both to grasp onto reality for dear life and to keep him right where he was. The explosion inside me rocked my world.