Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to say it, I feel it. I see it in your eyes.” He peers at me, his eyes so dark but alive, and not empty. Far from it. He actually looks a little unhinged. “These eyes never lie.”
A droplet of sweat drips from his hair on my forehead, then mixes with my own and slides down my nose and onto my cheek.
“Your ass is glorious, baby. I don’t want to leave it. Ever. But I need to come balls deep inside you.” He goes deeper, and deeper, I think I feel him in my stomach.
Am I supposed to feel him in my stomach?
“Ask me to fill you up with my cum, baby.”
“I’m not saying that…”
He goes harder. “But I want to claim my pussy.”
“Then…do it.”
“Say the words. I want to hear it, baby.” He hits that spot inside me as he wraps a hand around my cock. “Now.”
The command sends a tingle through my quivering insides, and I lick my lips.
“Come…inside me, please, Kayde… Ahhh—”
My words end with a moan because I’m coming in long waves. I’m coming and coming, I think I’ll never stop. He didn’t even jerk me up, not even once.
I came by being fucked.
Jesus Christ.
“Fuck, baby, fuck. I’m going to fill my pussy with my cum.”
His rhythm turns more frantic and then he groans deep as he swells and throbs inside me with his lips against my neck.
The fact that he’s coming with me somehow coils and deepens until I release a long sob of relentless desire.
The pleasure haze swirls and swirls until I think I’ll faint. Hot liquid fills up my insides as he jerks his hips, his pelvis slapping in pulses against my ass.
His hot breaths fan my neck and I close my eyes for a second to calm my fucking heart after the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Our heavy inhales and exhales mingle and fill the air as he also pauses, probably needing to slow the hell down.
Because what the fuck was that?
Since when is sex supposed to feel like an out-of-body experience?
His arms wrap around my chest and waist as his whole body presses down onto mine from behind and he buries his head in my nape. We’re so glued together, it should make me apprehensive, try to run away, even, but I don’t want to move.
I don’t want to lose this peace.
It’s that white room again. The empty comforting space that someone like me shouldn’t need, or like.
But as he breathes into my neck, harsh and heavy, I think I’ll fall asleep.
In that room.
With no demons screeching out from the void.
Peace.
Quiet.
When was the last time I had this?
“Fuck.” His voice is so low, and I think I feel him tense up before he lifts himself off, letting me fall on the mattress.
Cold air raises goosebumps on my naked skin, and I’m mad at myself for not telling him to get off me before he did.
He pulls out and that’s when I realize he’s been buried inside me the whole time. As in, I fell asleep not minding that he was inside me.
My face heats as liquid pours out of me and onto the sheets.
The realization dawns on my hazy brain.
I’ve been really fucked by Kayden.
I search for the part of me that should regret this, but there’s nothing. I can’t even pretend I hated it, not even slightly. If anything, it feels like a pivotal moment in my life.
He walks into the bathroom and comes back with a warm wet towel, then starts to wipe his cum off my ass.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap, wiggling against the ropes. “Untie me and I’ll do it myself.”
“That’s the second time you’ve said that, and I’m telling you to drop it. Learn to let me take care of you.” He slaps my ass cheek, and I jolt, my spent dick twitching.
“I don’t want you to take care of me. I’m a grown fucking adult.”
“Language.”
“Just don’t do it. It makes me feel weird.”
“Because you’re not used to it, but you will. With time.”
“No, I won’t.”
“We’re not having a conversation. I’m telling you that’s what will happen and that’s that.” His voice drips with quiet authority. “Got it?”
I glare at him.
He ignores me and continues his task. Kayden is surprisingly gentle when he wipes me up, almost too gentle. It’s giving me the creeps.
I let my head drop onto the pillow, screwing my eyes shut. I tell myself it’s so I don’t look at him treating me like that.
Like no one has ever done before.
And, actually, I don’t…I don’t hate it per se.
I’m soon floating to sleep, feeling so sedated and goddamn tired.
“Sleepyhead,” I hear him mutter as he unties my wrists and rubs them softly for a while.
He really is treating me so gently for someone who has no qualms about hurting me. But I guess I hurt him, too, with the drugs and tasering and knifing.