Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He positioned his arms behind my knees and kept his face above mine. Slowly, he pressed his head inside me, moving just as far as he did last time. He watched my expression carefully.
The second I felt him, my arousal died. His cock reminded me of all the horrific things Bones did to me. Nothing he did ever felt good. It was always agonizing. And judging Crow’s immense size, this wouldn’t be any different.
“No. Stop.” I felt him sink into me farther. I was soaking wet, and his entry was smooth, but I still didn’t want it. I didn’t want to feel that pain again. I thought I could handle it, but I couldn’t.
“I’m not gonna stop unless you tell me the safe word.” He moved farther inside me, half of his length stretching me apart.
That’s right. I forgot the safe word. “Fi—”
“I’m not him.” He followed my thoughts as they left the room and returned to Bones. “I own you, not him. This will feel good. I promise.” He pressed his face to mine and inserted the rest of his length, balls deep. “Stay with me.”
I didn’t want to stay. I wanted to run.
“Button.” He cupped my face and looked me in the eye. “Don’t go.” He kissed the corner of my mouth.
He’d never called me that before, and I hadn’t expected it to be my pet name. But it was. For some reason, it steadied me. His cock was entirely inside me, but I didn’t fight it. I kept my body relaxed, feeling him stretch me wide.
Crow rocked into me slowly, his cock moving out until only his head remained inside. Then he pushed it back in, moving through my slickness. Our bodies made noises when they moved together, my wetness making smooth friction. “Fuck. You feel so damn good.” His hips wanted to move faster, but he kept his restraint.
He had the most beautiful body and an even more perfect face. He would be the man I touched myself to in a fantasy. I tried to pretend this wasn’t real. It was just a dream. I wanted this. I wasn’t being forced to do this.
He moved his hand to my clitoris, and he rubbed it the way he had earlier. He gave it circular strokes, applying the right amount of pleasure to pull me hard into the moment.
He groaned when I grew wetter for him. “Fuck.”
I pulled on my restraints, not to get away, but to arch my back. I wanted more of him. His throbbing dick felt enormous inside me, but it also felt intoxicating. It wasn’t abrasive and rough like it was with Bones, probably because I was always drier than a desert with that monster. But with Crow, we moved together perfectly.
I started to really enjoy it.
Crow pressed his face to mine and sucked my bottom lip. His hand moved to my tit and palmed it aggressively, pinching the nipple. It hurt, but in a good way. The sting made the sex feel even better. My pussy grew slicker. I felt it ooze down my crack and to the sheets beneath me.
He thrust into me harder, smacking the headboard into the wall as he slammed into me. Sweat sprinkled his chest, and he looked so sexy when he exerted himself. He looked like a god of the underworld, powerful and dark.
I pulled my legs farther apart because I wanted as much of him as I could handle. I wanted every inch of that cock. I wanted him to give it to me harder. He pulled his hand away from my tits and used his entire body to slam into me.
It was coming. I could feel it build over the horizon. It was about to hook into me and pull me under. My thighs shook as the heat bubbled, and my stomach tensed in preparation for impact. I hated myself for what I felt, but I also wanted it to happen more than anything in the world.
Crow knew I was about to explode. A victorious look was in his eyes, like he had me and was completely aware of it. “I’m going to give you so much of my come.” He thrust into me harder, his massive dick stretching my pussy wide and providing the right amount of friction for my clit.
His words shouldn’t shatter me, but they did. My spine tightened and coiled as the euphoria washed over me. The pleasure was white-hot and blinding. I couldn’t do anything but feel the powerful sensation wash through me.
I shut my mouth as tightly as possible because I refused to make a peep. I refused to tell him I was coming around his dick. The man who captured me and refused to let me go just made me come.
And I hated him.
I hated him so fucking much.