Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Yes, Alex. Yes. I don’t know what’s happening. Oh god, I can’t. It’s too much, Alex.” I feel like I am teetering on the edge of a deep cliff about to fall over. But that’s what this is, isn’t it? It is one big suicidal cliff? I am either diving headfirst into clear waters with a life vest and Alex waiting for me below, or I am falling headfirst into unknown waters and end up alone and no longer a virgin. His voice breaks through the doubt, thank God.
“I know, baby. I can feel it. I feel this fat pussy rippling around my meat. Let it go, Pequeña. Let it go so I can spray you on the inside.” I am really no longer the same. Those last words are like an extra dose of gasoline. His mouth latches on to my nipples. His thumb touches my clit, and I let go, totally possessed by the devil, Eve, or Cleopatra herself.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me. Feels so good.” See. My mouth isn’t even me anymore. Naw bitch. Now you dick-ma-tized! No. Now I am Jezebel.
“Never going to fucking stop destroying this wet cunt, baby. You just had yours; now it is my turn.” What is he saying? More? Before I can gather my breath, he pulls out and flips me over onto my hands and knees. "Stick that ass out, Pequeña, and open up.” What is he going to…?
“Alex!” I scream his name as he invades me from behind. I try to move away from him, but he is too deep. I swear he is in my stomach. “Too deep. Alex!” Smack.
“Not fucking deep enough, baby. You can take it. You can take it.” he grunts. His hands are wrapped so tightly around my waist. He pulls me on and off his cock, slamming inside of me at a punishing pace.
My hands are scratching, pulling, and gripping the sheets as I search for something to connect with. Something to relieve the intensity, the ache, the unrelenting deep pressure of him inside of me. Smack. “You don’t ever fucking try to get away from me.” Smack. “My motherfucking pussy.” he growls the last part in my ear as he grinds his depth inside of me. His balls are hitting me over and over, swinging like a victory dance.
“Never. Never.” I pant, keening and whimpering. His grip is the only thing keeping me upright. It is keeping me alive at this point.
“You and this cock teasing pussy are going to take this beating and love it, baby.” He sounds deranged. He sounds overcome. Possessed even. It must be contagious because I feel powerful knowing it’s my pussy that is making him sick.
The pain is morphing, changing into a radiating delirium. My body is now burning with the need to come, but not just come; no, I want to come with him.
His hand grips my hair and pulls my head back, using it like reigns on a horse. When he leans over me, still spearing me with his body, and takes my mouth in a possessive kiss, I feel my pussy gush all over him. “Jesus, look at this messy little bitch you have between your legs.” I squeeze my pussy muscles around his cock, his words propelling me further into the abyss. “Ah fuck, baby. Ah shit.”
“Yes. Alex. It hurts so good. I-I’m going to come.” Hysteria is the only way to describe this moment. His eyes are hazy and wild, like the drunk man at the grocery store that is always asking us for money. He looks murderous. I don’t know where his mind is, but I touch his face behind me and try to bring him back.
“Shit. Shit.” His thumb rubs circles around my clit, and I scream into his mouth. He shudders before I feel him fill me with his orgasm, chanting in almost a prayer. “Mine. Mine. Please. Please. Mine.” His last prayer is said into my neck, and we both fall onto the wet, soggy bed, holding each other and shaking like junkies just off the crack. Well, at least it is how my Sunday school teacher describes it.
My eyes are closed, but my other senses are alive and well. I am drifting, and I know it, but I can feel him kissing my shoulder and rubbing my back. “It is done, sweet girl. I love you.” is the last thing I hear before I doze off.
Love is definitely something I am feeling. But, right now, all I know is this was an awakening, and I am never going to be the same.
CHAPTER 17
She has been passed out for over an hour. Selfishly I haven’t been able to bring myself to wake her. Besides, once she was really out, I rolled her on her back and placed a pillow under her waist. I literally sat between her legs, watching, making sure none of it spilled out.