Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Woman… fuck!”
He bent his knees, adjusting his hold around me, then lifted so that I had to wrap my legs around his waist as he walked us to the bench at the back wall of the shower.
Planting a knee on the bench, he laid me on my back. It was a cramped fit, but when he shoved my legs to my shoulders, he had enough room to kneel and bury his face in my pussy.
“Morgue! Oh, God! Yes!” My cries were loud, echoing off the walls.
Morgue’s rough beard scraped against my inner thighs as he growled against the soft, wet flesh between my legs. His hot breath fanned the sensitive folds of my pussy, and he didn’t tease anymore as he lapped at me. One hand held my knee pinned against my chest, his fingers digging into my skin, while the other squeezed my breast roughly, pinching my nipple between thumb and forefinger.
I cried out again, arching into his touch as he sucked on me like he was starved for me. He got up, leaving my clit exposed to the spray of water. Wrapping one arm around my back, Morgue moved me again. This time, he sat on the bench with me straddling his hips, our bodies pressed together as he ground his cock against my belly. He was big, and I shuddered in anticipation.
Morgue paused. “You good, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “But I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.” I pulled back to cup his bearded face in my hands. “I can’t stress enough how much I really want this, Morgue. Want you.”
“Yes,” he growled. “Want you.” Yeah, he was devolving again, but I loved it. I could actually feel him trembling as much as I was. “Fuckin’ need you, woman.”
His other hand cupped my face, holding me still for his kisses. He took possession of my mouth again. This time it was truly a possession. He wasn’t holding back, and it fueled that fire he’d so effortlessly created.
Our tongues danced wildly together, and I moved against him, stroking his cock with my belly. As I opened my eyes, I watched the water droplets roll down his body, his muscles flexing and pulsing under his slick skin as he held onto me like I was all that mattered in his world.
I’d never been kissed like this. Hard, demanding, then soft and caressing. It left me breathless and needy for more of him.
I latched onto his neck, nibbling at the skin just above his shoulder. When he pulled back, it was to position his cock between my legs, aiming for my pussy.
“Ready?” His gruff question made me all the hotter, wanting him. Needing him to fuck me like he meant to keep me.
“More than. Please, Morgue! I need this so much!” I was on the verge of crying, I was so turned on. I’d never really understood the phrase “hurts so good” until now. There was pain when he pulled my hair, but I fed off it. There was the pain of unfulfilled desire when he didn’t immediately fill me with his cock. And, when I came, I knew the intensity would be a shock to my innocent system, but I knew I’d embrace it. I’d never been with a man before Spring Break, and I didn’t remember anything that happened during my captivity so, as far as I was concerned, this was my first time.
Slowly, carefully, watching my every expression, Morgue slid inside me. There was a sharp pinch I hadn’t expected to feel, and I gasped. Sex wasn’t supposed to hurt once your hymen was broken. Right?
“Dorothy, talk to me.” He’d stopped, and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to continue just yet.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. Talk.” He reached up and turned off the water. He shook his head, sending water droplets flying again before scrubbing one hand over his face to clear his vision of the water. When he finished, he gave me a hard stare.
“There’s… there was a… something. A sharp pain. But it’s easing off already.”
As if testing me, Morgue slid farther inside me. Not much, just enough to test my reaction. When I continued to meet his steady gaze, he slid in farther until he was seated as far as he could go. Instead of immediately pulling out, however, Morgue pulled back, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. When he pulled back, he did so slowly with his gaze fixed on my pussy. His brow furrowed, his features tightening. “There’s blood.”
“What?” I raised up on my elbows to look between us. Sure enough, a thin trail of blood smeared over his cock.
“You hurt? Or is it time for your period?”
I looked up at him, confused. “It pinched a little at first, but it doesn’t hurt at all now. And maybe? I don’t know!”