Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Every time his fingers rub a spot inside me, I’m torn whether the sensation it sparks is uncomfortable or delightful, but I find it hard to stop myself as dirty, delicious words stream from his mouth, straight into my ear.
“That’s it. So damn needy. So hungry for a dicking. I can’t wait to come inside you, mark my territory.”
I let out a whimper when he pulls his fingers out, leaving me stunned at the emptiness. He’s right. I want to be filled. And that’s what I am now. His territory. He can do whatever he wants to me. I agreed to it.
“Please…” I whisper, not really sure what I’m asking for. All I know is that I want him in my own voracious way. And when he takes my lips, I wrap my arms around him, too horny to think straight. The world spins as he rolls us over so I’m on my back, under him, and he stabs me with his slick fingers over and over, until I whimper in helpless need.
How is his cock going to feel? Bigger, yes, but will it be painful or pleasurable? Both? I can hardly imagine it, but when I somehow find myself on my elbows and knees, as if I lost consciousness for a few seconds, he’s on top, and his hard, slick dick is nudging at my hole. I moan, and Saint tightens one hand on my throat, holding it rather than squeezing. He buries his face in my shoulder and bites me there too.
“Come on, open up to me,” he rasps against my skin. “I own you now.”
Those words are enough to make me moan. Because he does own me, he so fucking does, and he proves it by pushing half his cock inside me.
Can he feel my pulse quicken against his palm? Does he like how tight my ass feels? All I can think of is his pleasure even though my own dick is painfully hard and dripping pre-cum.
Saint moans. "Oh, you feel so good. Can't wait to be all the way inside you, pretty thing."
I spread my knees wider, inhaling his scent and drowning in it. It makes the sudden discomfort at the entrance to my body easier to bear.
He waits, kissing my shoulder and neck while perspiration makes his chest stick to my back. I’m trembling, but while the intrusion hurts, I don’t want him out. In fact, I want him inside me. I want him to show me how much someone like me can be desired, and for him to take me in any way he feels like.
I breathe in relief when my body stops resisting, but the exhale turns into a low moan when I feel him move forward, filling my insides. He’s gripping my hip hard as his other hand tightens around my neck, as if to remind me I’m fucking a murderer.
I’m playing with fire, but I don’t fear getting burned.
The harder he squeezes, the more fearless I feel. It makes me want to laugh as if I’m crazy myself, but I only let out another moan when his hips press to my ass. Here I am, the boy afraid of having guests, fucking a dangerous man in a house in the woods. I can’t remember ever feeling this alive. Maybe the fog of arousal will disperse by tomorrow morning, but right now, with Saint inside me, I feel invincible.
Not against him. He could snap me in half. But he’s my monster. And since he desires me, I know without a doubt he will protect me with everything he has. With a man like him at my side, I will never have to be afraid again.
“Yes… I’m yours,” I whine when he pulls back just to slam back into me. The sensation is still strange and unfamiliar, but there’s something so addictive and fulfilling in surrendering my body like this, in being Saint’s plaything. My limbs shake as I feel his rigid length push and pull through my tight channel.
"That's it, legs wide for me," he rasps.
As he braces himself on top of me, holding me in place with both arms, ecstasy streams through me as if the lube was an aphrodisiac. It’s only started, and I’m already high on him.
“Fuck. Your hole’s perfect.”
I let out little moans with every thrust of his hips, and let him ride me like I’m his bitch, submissively pressing my face into the bedding as he fucks me. I can barely catch enough oxygen, torn between pleasure and discomfort. The sensation of his cock stretching my ass is so intense it borders on pain, but then every time I whimper, he pushes in deep and hits that spot that makes me want him to do it over and over. Arousal pools in my balls, but my orgasm will wait. I want to sate my beast first.