Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Her face is wet from tears and drool, making my hand slippery, so I dig my fingers into her cheeks to hold it in place. “Your cunt is full of my cum, sweetheart, and soon your ass will be too.”
She breathes heavily from her nose because I allow it and mumbles unintelligible words into my hand. I move my hips back and forth, getting more and more forceful as her ass opens up for me to take it as hard as I want.
SIXTEEN
ASHTYN
I enter the elevator and ride it up to the fourth floor with a smile on my face. It dings before the door slides open, and I step off it. I make my way to the office door and enter. My mother looks up at me from her seat while her therapist stands from her desk.
“Ashtyn.” She nods, gesturing to the seat that I sit in every time I’ve been forced to attend these godforsaken sessions. “How are you feeling?” she asks, lowering herself to her seat.
“Great.” I give her a big smile.
Her eyes go from mine to my mother’s. “How was the ceremony?” She gets right to the point.
Saint has been using my body as it was intended. It hurts to even sit down; my ass is so sore. And my pussy? Fuck, it burns when I pee. I’ve had so much sex in the past forty-eight hours that I have a UTI. I didn’t even know that was possible until I began to cry after I peed. Saint had come running in, asking what was wrong. He then explained to me what it was. I thought something was seriously wrong with me. And don’t even get me started on my throat. It hurts to swallow. Last night, I was brushing my teeth and noticed I had bruises on the back of my mouth from Saint’s cock fucking it. But no matter how much it hurts, or how sore I am, I can’t get enough of him. The man is unstoppable. I never stopped to think about what he’d be like when told he can’t fuck for three years. I’ve been tied to his bed back at Carnage for two days now while he made good on his promise of making me his whore.
“It was good. I’m no longer a virgin, so there’s that,” I decide to say with a shrug, leaving out the details. They know how sex works.
They look back and forth at one another again, and my mother turns in her chair to face me. “Meaning?”
“I bled.” Did my father not tell her this? I figured he would. The way they both look at me, they seem surprised I’m even here. So maybe my father hadn’t said anything, and she thought he left me on the streets.
“That’s—”
“Good.” My mother’s therapist interrupts whatever my mother was about to say. “Congratulations, Ashtyn, you’re officially a woman now.”
“Does that mean I no longer have to attend these sessions?” I ask. What do you know, I wasn’t a sex addict. I will be now, though.
“I think—”
“I’d like to continue seeing you.” She interrupts my mother once more. “Once a week should be enough.” Averting her eyes, she looks down at her pen and paper and writes in her notebook.
I refrain from sighing. “Why?” I ask.
She frowns, looking up at me. “I think it’s best that we save that for our next session.” Her eyes go from mine to my mother’s briefly, and I wonder if I’m going to start seeing her on my own? My mother won’t like that at all. She’s too nosy to let me come by myself. But if I start coming alone, does that mean she can’t tell my mother what we discuss? I’ll ask her that next time.
I remain silent throughout the rest of my mother’s session, tuning them out. I have nothing else to say and unlike my mother, I don’t care what her issues are that she needs to discuss with a therapist. I’d rather not know so my father can’t question me what is said between them. Not like he’d ask anyway. Pretty sure he doesn’t give a shit about my mother.
We’re riding the elevator down after her session when her cell rings. I catch sight of an unknown number before she can decline it. “You can get that if you need to,” I inform her.
Ignoring me, she shoves her cell into her Louis Vuitton and straightens her shoulders. She’s mad. I’m pretty sure it’s at me. I’m not sure what I can and can’t do anymore to make her happy.
Once outside, I walk toward my car not even bothering to tell her goodbye when she grabs my arm and turns me to face her. She’s got her sunglasses on, shielding her eyes from me. “Remember what I said, Ash.”
“About what?” I need her to explain what she means exactly.