Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I’d grab her hair, I’d hold her down, I’d shove my cock down her throat.
Shit.
Lurching to my feet, I started running again.
Hopefully toward my villa but I honestly didn’t know. I didn’t trust that I had control. Didn’t believe I had anything good left inside me.
I got farther than my first attempt before the next release punished me. I exploded from the undergrowth, finding the natural oasis formed by Nirvana.
The waterfall splashed with heavy droplets and a hundred sparkling rainbows. The sun beamed down, heating the small utopia to unbearable levels. Jasmine vines hung in the boughs of frangipani trees. Butterflies fluttered in the light. Green moss softened sharp rocks with a gentle carpet.
It was paradise.
And I was the devil in its midst.
My naked skin burned up.
My hair dripped wet with sweat.
And once again, I crumpled to my knees as another crippling command to come made me masturbate in agony.
My balls had almost crawled inside me, their tightness throbbing with misery. The delicate skin on my cock was covered in abrasions thanks to sand and repetitive sex.
But I didn’t care about any of that. All I cared about—all I could think about was chasing that shimmering, shattering climax.
I grunted with each pull on my cock. My hips worked into my hand. I lost all resemblance of a man as I gasped and cursed, bowing over as I came for the fifth time.
Not even a droplet this time.
Just dry pulsing pleasure and a cock that no longer severed any purpose other than to torture me.
As the final wave receded, my strength gave out. I collapsed onto my side, allowing the sun to burn me. Thirst made my throat sore and voice hoarse. Too much coming had drained my body of all its reserves.
But as much as I wanted to rest…I hadn’t earned that yet.
I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing X-rated pornography. I couldn’t settle my breathing without growling for Eleanor to put me out of my misery. And my heart, as it drummed and defibrillated itself with ill-advised, sickening electricity, my pulse became a crazed enemy in my veins, granting utmost punishment.
My villa had become the antidote I needed. My thoughts latched onto it for deliverance from this evil and redemption for what I’d done to Eleanor.
I had to get there.
Now.
My arms shook as I pushed off from the ground and tripped to my feet. I looked at my villa in the distance, cocooned by jungle, its door hidden by foliage. I jogged toward it, but then, I stopped.
Nirvana.
The cool refreshing waterfall.
Perhaps that could wash away this nightmare and christen me back into lucidity. Changing direction, I stumbled toward the crystal blue pool. I climbed over the boulders on the shore and sighed in relief as the first cool touch of freshwater lapped my ankles.
The temperature of Nirvana was cooler than the sea. The freshness of the water so cleansing compared to the salt I regularly swam in.
Yes.
This was my cure.
This would keep Eleanor safe from me.
Diving into the depths, grateful for the shelf where the shore dropped away, I gave myself to death, sinking to the bottom, happily trading cold extermination over berserk stimulation.
I welcomed the rocks below to cradle me. I removed all power from my muscles. I closed my eyes and—
Tongues.
Teeth.
Breasts.
Nipples.
Eleanor writhing on her back as I filled her.
My hand sliced through the deep and found my cock.
I opened my mouth and howled underwater as I worked myself into yet another frenzied, demented, maniacal release.
Water rushed down my throat and splashed into my lungs. I choked as my entire body clutched with pleasure. I rippled with bliss while drowning. The two experiences linked hands and made me crave annihilation.
I tried to breathe as the final crest broke.
I clawed at my chest as a debilitating ache spread.
I released my cock as bodily control over skeleton and sinew faltered.
The surface glittered above.
Air beckoned just beyond the water’s kingdom, but my legs didn’t kick when I ordered them to. My arms didn’t respond when I tried to swim. My system shut down, broken from too much pleasure and drained by too much sexual stress.
Fuck, I’m going to die.
Instinct made me inhale again, sucking back more water. My ribcage threatened to snap one rib at a time, my lungs rejecting liquid and demanding oxygen instead.
My vision went hazy. My mind blank. The only thing that still had providence was sex.
Sex.
Fucking sex.
If I found a mermaid down here, I’d try to fuck it all while I drowned. I would go to hell because all I could think about was lust instead of life.
A splash broke the glittering surface above me.
The mermaid I’d lusted for appeared from nowhere. Long seaweed hair, flashing silver eyes, and pearly perfect body.
But…she didn’t have a tail. No scales. No fins. Just gorgeous long legs. Long, strong legs that split apart to gain access to the one thing I needed more than anything.