Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Which means I’m on my own. I either die here or die trying to escape.
That was it, my only two options. Death seemed preferable to whatever asshole came through the door next, yet I’d had plenty of chances to end this shitty existence and I hadn’t done it.
Yet.
Each day was a new opportunity and that was what made each day bearable. Barely, but still.
The door smacked open and Roadkill stood in the door, outlined by the yellow light that never went dark because business hours didn’t end. Whether I was asleep, taking a shit, or shoveling a burger down my throat, business came first. Always.
“Ah, there’s my favorite little cunt.” He flashed a smile that was best described as menacing, his crystal blue eyes so fucking creepy a shiver crept up my spine. “Come to me, cocksucker. Slowly.”
I knew what he wanted the same as he knew what I wanted.
I got on all fours and crawled across the bed. Slowly. His cock grew behind his zipper and Roadkill was unleashing it before he stepped inside, leaving the door open. What was the point in privacy? I had to give him credit for the many ways he found to intensify the degradation.
On the other side of the bed, I sat up on my knees and tugged open the silky red robe he’d given me as a gift.
Roadkill growled at the sight of my tits and took another step closer, cock jutting toward the sky, already leaking with need. “Perfect. Just fucking perfect.” His blue eyes were saucers up close, a sign he was so fucking high he probably barely knew where he was. “Lay down,” he barked and I did. “No, hang your head over the side. Yeah, fuck yeah.”
I knew this position well; it was perfect for a rough face fuck, the kind that made me feel like I might puke or choke to death. I spread my legs open and opened my mouth, assuming the position.
“Push those tits together.” I did what he demanded, and Roadkill growled again, sliding his cock between my tits. “Treat these balls as if they mean the world to you, and I’ll be very grateful.”
There was no response necessary, so I stuck my tongue out and closed my eyes, grateful for the rough hairs that covered his sac because they provided a barrier between my tongue and his skin. He grunted and growled as he fucked my tits, harder and harder. His hands gripped my hips and then I felt the scrape of his five o’clock shadow against my thighs, his tongue invading my pussy.
A reluctant moan escaped at the feel of his cool tongue on my clit and Roadkill laughed. “Yeah, I’m gonna make you come, bitch.” There was a hint of darkness in his words which could mean trouble under the wrong circumstances and I tried to focus. “Lick my balls!”
I licked them and sucked them, sliding my tongue back and forth on that sensitive spot between his nuts and his asshole. Although he pretended to hate it, it would end this sooner rather than later.
He thrust harder between my tits while he ate my pussy, sucking my clit before sliding his tongue deep inside my cunt until I was wet and creamy.
His body tightened, and I knew he was close because Roadkill pulled back and shoved his cock down my throat. I opened my throat as much as I could and gripped his ass the way he liked, moaning as though I loved sucking him off because that was what he wanted.
“Oh, fuck!” His words vibrated around my pussy and another moan sounded, spurring him on. He licked and sucked and finger fucked my pussy until my legs trembled and my pussy flooded uncontrollably.
“Oh!” That was it, one reluctant word to acknowledge that Roadkill had achieved his goal, but it was enough. His body tightened and I prepared myself for the rush of come down my throat, but it never came because he jerked his cock free and stood.
“Dirty fucking whore, I knew I could make you come.” He grabbed me by the hair and forced his tongue down my throat. “You taste that dirty pussy? It belongs to me. Remember that.” Then he tossed me face down on the bed and pulled me up by my hips until I was on all fours, both holes open to him. “Such a wet little cunt. Such a tight little ass. Which will I fuck first?”
The answer came soon enough as one finger slid deep into my asshole at the same time his cock shoved its way into my still pulsating pussy. I let out a loud low moan I knew he would enjoy, and Roadkill rewarded me with a hard smack on my ass.
He fucked me hard for five, maybe seven deep strokes before the warmth of his come landed on my ass and dripped over the finger still inside me. “Next time, this ass is mine.” He gave it another smack and pulled his cock free. “Clean me up, bitch. I gotta go. Club meeting.”