Forget Me Not (#1) Read Online Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Forget Me Not Series by Willow Winters
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
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I pound into her over and over again, feeling her tight walls spasm around my cock. Each hard thrust is met with a whimper escaping her lips. Her sharp nails digging into my back only spur me to fuck her harder, faster.

I take her with a punishing force, relentlessly pistoning my hips.

Even as she cums on my dick again, so hot and tight and sucking my dick in further, begging for my cum, I refuse. I groan into her neck, grinding my teeth and digging my blunt nails into the flesh at her hips to keep my release from surfacing.

She screams out my name over and over, but I stay still, holding my breath and ignoring the tingling at the base of my spine. My toes curl and my balls draw up, but I deny it. I stay as still as I can, buried deep in her tight cunt until her orgasm passes.

And then I do it again.

And again.

I spread her wider and fuck her deeper and harder each time. Letting the waves of her orgasms build and crash through her, leaving her limp and destroyed each and every time. Her breathing is ragged as she arches her neck and pleads with me.

“Please, Jay,” she moans and her voice is a strangled cry. Her words barely audible. A cold sweat forms over every inch of my skin as I ride through her words, not letting up. Her body tries to roll away, in a desperate effort to leave me and I grip her throat tightly in my hand, squeezing as I piston my hips between her legs, forcing her small breasts to bounce. Forcing her hands up to clutch at my wrist. Forcing little cries of pained pleasure from her lips.

“Please what?” I ask her as her lips part with the need to breathe. Her fingernails just barely scratch at my hand, but she doesn’t try to pull it away. It’s only to make this last one the most intense. To shatter her completely and intensify it so that she’ll be more than ruined.

“Please,” she tries to speak, but the threat of another orgasm creeps up through her body, making her arch and writhe. As the silent scream is met with her body going stiff, her heels digging into the mattress, I pump my hips again and again, bottoming out against her cervix until my dick pulses and I relent.

I loosen my grip on her throat, listening to her gasp for air and scream my name with nothing but pleasure. My own orgasm finally tears through me, demanding its own relief and forcing her name from my lips. I whisper it in the crook of her neck, her hot breath on my face making my entire body chill.

Our mixed arousal and cum leaks between us as we both catch our breath. And I fall to the mattress next to her sated and mesmerized by the way she lies there panting for air. The way her eyes are dazed and her body trembles. Because of what I’ve done to her. Because of what I’ve given her.

She whimpers and tries to move when she realizes I’ve left her, but I merely splay a hand on her hip and she stills, waiting for me to tell her what to do next.

Her thighs scissor slightly, simply because I’ve put my hand on her but it’s met with a small cry and her brow furrowing.

I lean over her, kissing her gently on the lips before pulling the covers up and around her.

“Don’t leave me, please,” my little bird begs me, and it destroys every bit of me.

“I won’t,” I lie to her just to ease her worry. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Chapter 19

Robin

He couldn't help but leave me.

It’s all I could think while I stood in the hot stream of water.

I run my fingers through my damp hair as I sit on the bed in the basement.

I’m not sure if John is coming or not. I haven’t seen him since he left me yesterday, but it seems fitting to wait for him here. At least one of them will come.

I was foolish enough to think when the bathroom door creaked open and the hot steam drifted away from me that it was Jay, but it was only Toby. Hours later and still no sign of Jay.

My heart splinters as I cross my legs, and I have to close my eyes because of the aching reminder of last night. It was everything I thought it would be and more, but now I’m left alone, just like I was this morning.

I pull the lone pillow on the bed into my lap and lean against the wall, staring at the door. What a good little victim I’m being for him. My stomach sinks and my mouth dries up. I stay where I’m told to and spread my legs for him, begging him to ruin me.


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