Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
I need to taste her. I need to have her. I simply cannot wait another second.
Reaching down, I grab the waist of her pants and yank them to her ankles, revealing an innocent little pair of white panties beneath.
Penelope lets out a helpless moan as I force her legs apart, revealing a cute little wet spot signaling her arousal for me.
Christ, look how sexy she is. Even with all that squirming and fighting, she wants me. She needs me. Her body is blatantly telling me so.
And why wouldn’t she be loving this? It’s exactly what she needs.
I slide my briefs down, releasing my swollen erection.
This is it. The culmination of my addiction. My obsession. This is the moment where I finally get what I’ve been craving.
No, wait–this is the moment where we finally get what we’ve been craving.
“Look how badly you want me,” I whisper as I press my fingers against her mound, massaging her through the thin fabric of her panties. Penelope moans as I pull them aside, revealing her glistening treasure.
The lips of her pussy are slick with her desire. She doesn’t need any more warming up. She’s good to go.
I lean down and drag my tongue up her soaked valley. Her juices are delectable and coat my lips as I lick her, causing her back to arch off the bed, an obvious moan of pleasure escaping her throat before being caught by her mouth gag.
I’d love to eat her pussy for hours–give her so many orgasms she can’t even think straight. But I can’t hold out any longer. I can’t.
I must be inside her.
“Prepare yourself, Penelope,” I growl as I move up on top of her and press the tip of my cock against her entrance. “I know you’re a virgin, so this might hurt a bit.”
And then, I thrust my cock inside of her.
5
PENELOPE
Head still spinning, my heart nearly explodes out of my chest when I feel my captor enter me.
My yelp is muffled by my gag, and I feel my inner walls stretching, expanding to manage his incredible girth. I feel every one of his tense, veiny inches slide into me. Then I feel a stopping pressure, followed by a sting and a release.
My hymen! I’m no longer a virgin.
“That was your cherry, Penelope,” the man growls as he continues to push deeper. “You belong to me now.”
I stare up at him as he takes me. The majority of his face is hidden behind the black mask, but I can see his mouth as he licks his lips, relishing in the ravishing of my once-pure body.
“Christ, you feel amazing,” he grunts, beginning to thrust harder.
I’m instantly hit by a heavy dose of guilt as I realize that his words have inflamed me and the fact that what he’s doing to me feels amazing too.
His words stimulate me more as he showers me with praise, telling me how much my body turns him on. He compliments my breasts, my ass, my legs, the beauty of my face.
And the more he talks…the more aroused I become…
Am I sick?
Truthfully, I was already getting worked up when he was chasing me. Even when I first saw him standing behind me–so tall, so muscular, so utterly terrifying–I also felt a thrilling spark within me.
And then when he threw me over his shoulder and carried me up the slope like it was nothing, titillating thoughts began to spread through my mind.
And I was already wet for him…
What is wrong with me?
I try to calm myself as he increases the speed and power of his thrusts, but there’s nothing I can do. My heart rate continues to increase, and already, I can feel my orgasm rapidly approaching.
“That pussy’s getting tighter on my cock,” he whispers. “You love it, Penelope. Don’t fight it. Come for me.”
That does it.
I soar over the edge.
A massive climax crushes me with more power than anything I’ve ever given myself while lying alone in bed. My entire body quivers and shakes right down to my core, as feelings of unbelievable bliss sweep through me like cascading ocean waves.
I moan into my gag, feeling my bindings biting into the skin of my wrists and ankles, and buck wildly as I’m hit with the most intense, incredible sexual moment of my life.
“That’s it. Good girl, Penelope. You love it, don’t you?”
Yes!
That’s what I want to scream at him as I start to come down. But I also want to deny my own degeneracy, so I shake my head vehemently, which only causes him to smile.
“Don’t lie. I know you do.”
This isn’t right. I should not be enjoying this.
But I can’t fool myself.
Being taken and ravaged by this man who has kidnapped me is phenomenal. It’s thrilling beyond belief. There’s something so animalistic about it–like I’m a female in heat, viciously pursued by a male who wants to take me, breed me, and make me his mate.