Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop… don’t stop… don’t stop…”
“That’s it, Helen, that’s it.”
And I was moving my hips, and he moved with me, knowing my body better than I did as I started to jerk and hiss and lose my mind. I made noises and I didn’t care, didn’t care how loud I was, or how stupid I looked.
He didn’t stop touching me until I was floppy and spent, with my legs hanging over the bench like blobs of jelly and my pulse loud in my ears. And I giggled, I giggled at how good it felt and I didn’t even know why.
I giggled until he slipped his fingers into my mouth. And then I went quiet.
“Suck,” he said. “Taste yourself.”
I tasted weird, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
My heart did a little jump as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and sucked them straight into his.
“You’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you, Helen?”
I nodded. “Yes. Whatever you want.”
“I want you to trust me. Can you do that?”
I nodded again.
He flipped me on my front in a heartbeat, and the rope twisted and pulled my wrists just a little bit tighter. I was off balance, the edge of the bench hard against my hip bones as my thighs strained for stability. I heard Mr Roberts’ belt loosening, and then I felt him. He was hot and thick, and he felt so big as he rubbed his cock against me from behind.
“Relax and breathe.”
I tried my best, but he wouldn’t go in without a real push, and I had to hold my breath and bite my lip while he worked his cock inside me.
“That’s good,” he said. “So tight.”
He forced my thighs further apart with his and I let out a little whimper as he sank all the way in. And then he moved. Fast. And it was hard, and deep and I could feel it in my tummy, and it hurt at first, but I didn’t want him to stop, and he didn’t stop, and when he shunted me onto the bench a little further something changed and it didn’t hurt at all.
It felt weird… and there was that urgency again, that feeling that something is brewing… but it was stronger… and it was inside me, deeper than before…
“Take it, Helen, take it hard, good girl.”
“Harder…” I said, and I didn’t even know why. “Fuck me…” I lay my cheek against the wood of the bench and listened to him thrust and groan and slap his flesh against mine. “Please, Mark… fuck me hard…”
“Christ, Helen… that’s beautiful…”
“Fuck me, Mark… harder…”
“Say it again.”
“Harder, Mark, fuck me harder…”
“Did you like the dirty talking on the video, Helen? Did it make you wet?”
Oh God, the embarrassment. It exploded inside me. But I nodded.
“Say it, Helen… tell me what you liked.”
“I liked it… I want you to tell me… how it feels… I want to hear you say…” I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my forehead to the bench.
And his breath was on my ear. “You want me to tell you how good your tight little pussy feels, Helen? You want to know how hard I want to fuck you? How deep I am inside your beautiful little cunt?”
“Oh God…”
I felt him smile. “I thought so. You really are a beautiful sweet thing, Helen Palmer. I think you’ll probably be the ruin of me.”
“Please… more…”
I squeaked as his hand wrapped around my throat, and his other twisted my hair, pulled it back until my arms were stretched so tight.
And then he fucked me hard enough that the bench hurt my hips, and I could hear the hiss of my breath. His hand tightened around my neck, and I loved how it felt. I was nervous but not scared, and it was exhilarating and wild and beautiful.
“Fuck, Helen, this is divine. Your body is divine.”
“Mark… I feel… good… don’t stop…”
He didn’t stop.
“I’ve got so many things to show you, Helen. So many perfect things.”
“Please…”
The urgency inside me ramped up, it ramped up so high I thought I was going to pee myself, and I squirmed under him and tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. And I didn’t pee, but I did tense up inside, and it felt so strange and base, like I was some kind of feral animal squirming and squealing underneath him.
And then I screwed my eyes shut and flailed like a fish and he slammed all the way inside me and held his position.
“Fuck…” he groaned.
And I had no words. I had nothing.
He slammed into me again, and I saw white behind my eyes.
And then he took my face in his hands and twisted me to him, and he kissed me, pushed his tongue into me.
And when he slammed again he stopped.
And I could feel his cock pulsing inside me.
And I smiled into his kiss, and I knew, I just knew I was full of him.