Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Standing in the bathroom, I’m leaning over the countertop putting on my lipstick when I see Tyson enter. My breathing instantly picks up. I’m not sure if it’s fear or anticipation. He’s steered clear of me most of the day other than when he had me meet him in his office. I have a feeling that’s how this marriage will be. I’ll only see him when he needs me.
If I’m that lucky.
Trying to avoid his stare, I keep my eyes on myself in the mirror, but I can’t help but feel the plug in my ass. Reminding me that it’s there.
He comes up behind me and hooks his fingers into my shorts, and I drop the lipstick from my hand. It hits the counter before rolling onto the floor. Closing my eyes, I take in a shaky breath. I expect him to fuck me every day because he told me to meet him in his office before every shift, but I figured he’d wait until after our dinner. Guess that’s stupid for me to assume it’ll only be once a day. Men like Tyson need to be serviced as often as possible.
My pussy is still so sore, but my clit is throbbing. It’s like it’s begging for punishment. And the plug in my ass has me wet.
My cotton shorts drop to the floor at my bare feet, and a whimper escapes my lips. He runs his hands up the back of my shirt, pushing it up in the process, and he leans over, kissing my back tenderly and making a shiver run through my body. Tyson Crawford is good. I’ll give him that.
When the shirt tugs on my underarms, I take the hint and raise my arms, letting him lift it over my head. I go to turn around to face him, but he stops me.
“Bend over,” he commands, and I do as he says, knowing there’s no other choice.
My naked body lies across the cold surface while he stands behind me fully dressed. “How’s it feel?” he asks, his fingers pushing on the plug, making me whimper.
“Like you give a fuck.” The words come out before I can even process them. It grants me a slap on the ass cheek that makes me yelp in surprise. The lingering sting has my pussy clenching.
He grips my freshly dried hair, jerking my head up off the countertop, and slams his hips into me, pinning me to the sharp edge and making me hiss in a breath. The plug pushes deeper inside my ass. “Tyson—”
“Just wait until I start fucking that mouth, Lake. You’ll think twice before you open it.”
I swallow at the threat, and he pulls his hips back from my ass just enough for him to reach between us. The sound of his zipper being lowered makes my breath quicken. The head of his dick is at my entrance moments later. No foreplay. I didn’t earn that. One thing about Tyson is he doesn’t need me. He wants me for some sick plan that I’ll never know the secret to. I’m a toy to use, to fuck, to get him off and I hate how much my body likes it.
My breath is taken away when his large cock spread my sore pussy wide open. He’s so big, it hurts. “Feel how wet you are, Lake?” he asks. “How much your body likes being used?”
I hate how turned on I am from the plug, his words, and the way he wants me. It shouldn’t be this way. I should be repulsed by the very thought of him and me together. I should be screaming nonstop and fighting him. Make him take it from me. But I’m bent over the counter, biting my tongue to stop myself from making any noises to show him how much I like it.
There’s nothing soft about how he fucks me. His hand in my hair holds my head up so I have nothing to do other than look at myself in the mirror while he pounds his cock into my pussy and my hips into the side of the counter.
The sound of our bodies slapping fills the room and my lips fall open, a moan escaping that I can’t hold in. Don’t want to hold in. My eyes grow heavy as they watch him in the mirror. His are narrowed as if he’s angry with himself. Or maybe he’s mad at me. It doesn't matter. Every time he thrusts forward, he pushes on the plug. I feel so full. The combination of pleasure and pain takes my breath away while my soaked cunt tightens around him. The sound of his heavy breathing and grunts turns me on even more, and I’m reminded how much I hate myself over the fact that I actually like this vile man.