Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Tight pussies are one thing,” he said to me. “But untouched pussies are another.”
I said nothing, wishing he’d stop asking me to tell him. I didn’t want to say anything that might put an end to this.
He leaned down and brushed his lips below my ear. “Am I about to thrust my dick into a virgin pussy?” His voice was soft in my ear.
“Yes,” I replied.
He knew. He wouldn’t be asking if he didn’t already know.
“Jesus.” He muttered it like a curse.
“Please don’t stop,” I pleaded.
I considered locking my legs around him and holding him there. Sure, he was strong enough to break free, but I might get a few more seconds of begging.
“This fucking house could catch on fire, and it wouldn’t keep me from taking this tight cunt.” His voice sounded angry. “My cock is big, baby. It hurts any pussy I shove it in.”
I didn’t want to hear about any other pussies he had shoved it in.
“Okay,” I replied.
He groaned and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I don’t have a condom on,” he said.
Oh. What was I supposed to say? Did he not have any left? I could believe that after the amount of used ones I’d thrown away.
He ran the tip of his nose along the side of my neck and lowered his hips so that his erection touched my clit, and then he rocked his hips, letting it slide over the wet entrance, but he didn’t do anything more.
“So wet,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to feel your tight cunt as I slide inside you for the first time. I don’t want a barrier. I’ve never fucked without a condom.”
I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted if he stopped torturing me. Every time that metal bar ran over my swollen clit, I made a sound and jerked. I was going to combust like this.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“There was no record of you taking birth control.” His voice sounded aroused. “I might not be able to pull out in time. When was your last period?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t answer questions like this right now.
“I don’t know,” I panted as his cockhead slid through my folds again. I whimpered, lifting my hips up for more.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, aligning himself with my entrance. “Take a deep breath.”
I did, my eyes never leaving his face.
“God, you’re sweet,” he said before he pressed inside me, stretching me as he slowly lowered his hips.
Then, he pulled back, and I thought he’d changed his mind. My hands gripped his sides harder, and then he thrust inside of me. A scream tore from my chest as the searing pain burned, as if I’d been ripped open.
“SHIIIT!” Huck groaned.
I held on to him as he remained still. Moments passed, and the pain slowly began to ebb away. He didn’t move. The veins on his neck stood out, and his jaw was clenched tightly. I listened to him taking deep breaths through his nose. He exhaled heavily, and then his eyes locked on mine.
He began to slowly move so that he slid out. My nails bit into his skin, trying to hold him inside of me. Just when I thought he was going to pull out, he sank back inside me. Deeper this time until the metal bar I’d forgotten about hit something that sent a jolt of pleasure through my body.
“AH!”
Huck pulled back, then did it again. I moaned, wanting more of that. The pain was forgotten now. It was there, but whatever he was doing was making it worth it. I’d go through that a million times over to feel this.
“Never,” he growled. “Never had a pussy this good. So tight.”
The words made my arousal intensify. I wanted more of that. Hearing how he felt inside me. I had no idea what to do to make it good for him, but his words sounded like he was enjoying this. His next thrust was harder. I made another needy sound and arched my back.
“You want more of my cock?” The threatening sound in his voice only excited me.
“Yes,” I panted. I wanted to feel everything.
“Sweet little virgin pussy”—he sounded sinister—“taking my big cock like a good girl.”
I cried out his name and clawed at him. The pleasure felt as if it was swelling inside me. Ready to burst and send me crashing into bliss. He had given me one orgasm with his hand, and that had been earth-shattering. The thought of feeling that with him buried inside me, stretching me, caused a frenzy. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything.
“Is that what you want?” he asked as his thrusts came faster and harder. There was pain mixed with a madness that promised more.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, arching my back to meet him.
His eyes went to my breasts, and he growled, then lowered his head to pull a nipple into his mouth. When he began to suck, my eyes rolled back in my head. This was too much.