Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
I don’t want to come. I really don’t. After he weaponized orgasms against me earlier, I’m terrified he won’t stop until I feel like I’m going out of my mind, but the inevitability starts settling around me as my heart pounds and my tummy muscles tighten, the building sensation in my pussy starting to feel so good. I let go of his shoulder with one hand to hold the wall behind me, tipping my head back and closing my eyes.
Silvan shifts his hold slightly to accommodate this new position, holding me against the wall by my ass, and starts thrusting into me again with more force.
One hand moves from my ass to my breast, squeezing it and pinching my nipple until I cry out. Pleasure and pain tingle through me as he moves roughly inside my sore pussy, but maybe I’m sick, because my body wants more of it.
“Harder,” I say breathlessly.
Silvan growls, his hot breath gusting across my tits, making my nipples pebble. I whimper as he draws back and drives into me again, harder and faster than before. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he rumbles, his fingers biting into me and probably leaving bruises as he holds me tight and pounds into my sore pussy.
Oh god.
My body is on fire, and it’s not because of the hot water. His thick cock rubs against my walls, hitting something deep inside that makes me feel hot all over. And desperate, so desperate.
Silvan moves faster, grunting and pummeling my pussy until I can’t hold on anymore. I cry out as pleasure erupts inside me, releasing the shower wall and clinging to him as rapture ripples through my system. I feel the shaking in my thighs, the trembling in my whole body, and then all I feel is shattering ecstasy. Pure fucking pleasure.
My limbs go weak. I can’t hold myself up anymore, but Silvan’s strong arms hold me up easily. He’s still fucking me, holding my ass and forcing his cock deep as my pussy convulses and squeezes him.
He groans as he shoves deep, and I feel a jet of warmth as he pumps me full of his cum.
In the aftermath, he leans us against the shower wall, bracing one arm on the cool gray tile and resting his head against my left tit. I try to let myself down so he doesn’t have to hold me up anymore, but when I try, his fingers bite into me, and though he doesn’t verbally tell me to stop, I do.
He holds me there, holds himself inside me even though he’s finished. Once he’s recovered, he finally pulls his cock out, but even then, he seems a little reluctant.
My limbs feel hollow when he finally lets me down. He holds me until he’s sure I can stand on my own two feet, then he drops his hands but still lingers close to me.
I don’t know what to say or do. My heart is still beating faster than it should be. My pussy feels his absence, a feeling of hollowness that was never there before he forced his way inside me.
He made space for himself, and now… it feels strange not to have him there.
I shake it off, knowing this strange feeling will pass.
It has to.
Chapter Twenty-four
Sophie
As the fuzziness of being thoroughly fucked begins to wear off, Silvan—now satisfied—returns to worshipping me.
He stands behind me again with my body pulled close. He lathers up a white washcloth and works his strong hands all over my body. He cleans my tits, squeezing and enjoying them a bit as he does. He washes my stomach, then lets his cloth-covered hand slip between my thighs.
I close my eyes as he pulls me back against him, sliding his finger out from beneath the cloth and using it to tease my clit. I sink against him and let my eyes drift closed. I don’t want to come again, but he makes me anyway.
At least this time, he only makes me come once.
I’m dazed and sleepy as hell by the time he finishes cleaning me.
My eyes close as he grabs the conditioner and works it into my hair, then he moves me to stand behind him so he can make quick work of cleaning himself.
Now that we’ve been so intimately connected and it wasn’t like at my professor’s house, I let myself look at him. I watch him take his cock in his hand and clean it. I watch the suds as he drags the cloth over the ridges of his abdominal muscles and his firm pecs.
His gaze meets mine as he lifts his arms and continues soaping himself up, but this time, I don’t look away.
Maybe it’s all the orgasms, but something feels disconnected in my brain. It’s like he rewired something, making me feel like… I want him.
Because I do strangely feel at this moment like I want him.