Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Reed regains some control of himself, standing upright on his knees. One hand sinks to my hips, digging into my skin to get a firm grip, while the other squeezes my breast and pinches my nipple.
I expect him to thrust harder and faster, lose control, and break me the way I so eagerly want to be broken. He doesn’t. Holding me firmly, he thrusts in long, hard bursts. Slow and steady, while those golden eyes lock with mine.
“You’re mine now, Valerie,” his words are stern. “Do you understand?”
He slides his girth out of me until only the tip is left inside.
“I’m not the kind of man who likes to share.” Reed teases me, flexing his cock and letting the head tickle my hole. “And no one but me will ever touch this pussy again.”
With those words, he thrusts himself deep inside of me.
A feverish moan fights its way from deep within my chest and bursts out of my mouth. His words, his actions—everything about him is so fucking hot.
“I’m yours,” I scream between gleeful delight. “Yours and yours alone.”
My admission sends Reed into a wild frenzy. He clutches onto my waist with both hands and hoists my ass off the bed.
“You better fucking believe it,” Reed groans.
Using the leverage he created, Reed pulls my body into his with every thrust. His cock slides out before smashing into me with long, sharp motions. He never breaks his eyes away from mine. Not even as his calm breathing becomes frantic and intense. Not while his muscles flex and his body tightens. Not even as he tears an orgasm from my core and my walls tighten around his thick member.
I twist and shuffle on the bed. Noises leave my lips, and my head snaps from side to side while Reed fucks me.
“You love my cock destroying your tight cunt, don’t you?” Reed roars. “Filling you up and breaking you down.”
“I do.” Short breaths make my words come out weaker than I intend. “I love your cock splitting me in half. I love how you use me like a fuck doll. Don’t stop, I’m about to cum.”
“Christ,” Reed shouts. He must’ve noticed the first one, but hearing me admit that he’s the reason I’m reaching orgasm breaks him. His hips move faster, bucking with fierce intensity. His grip tightens again, and he holds my ass in the air like it’s nothing.
“That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock,” he groans. “I want to feel it while I fill your belly.”
Reed’s thick muscle rattles against my walls in erratic spasms. His breathing is loose and wild, and his hands and arms shake while they hold me up. I buck my hips against him while he pounds into me. The tension in my core grows tighter and tighter, like a coiling spring, until finally, it breaks.
An intense ripple runs a hot current through my body, and an explosion of my liquid drips from my pussy and over Reed’s cock. It sends him into a cum-hungry frenzy. A thunderous roar explodes from somewhere deep inside him as he pulls me tightly into his cock. His golden eyes shimmer as his face twists and contorts in absolute pleasure.
There’s no pause between my release and the sensation of Reed’s hot load spilling inside of me. The roar continues even as he crumbles on top of me, burying his face in my tits and trying to regain any sense of composure.
Our bodies remain interlocked. A tangled mass of messy, wet limbs sprawled out over his bed.
I am his.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
9
VALERIE
The constant buzzing of my phone wakes me from slumber. I’m still cradled in Reed’s strong arms, and even as I shimmy out from underneath him, he doesn’t stir. I grab my phone and tip-toe out of his bedroom, answering when I’m in the living room.
“Hello.” It comes as no surprise that Dad’s calling. I left home earlier under the guise of seeing our priest and haven’t given him any indication of what’s going on. But I didn’t expect my appearance on Reed’s doorstep to yield so much and never thought I’d be here this late.
“Where are you?” I expect anger but get panic instead.
I check the time. It’s quarter past ten. Too late to still be at the church but early enough that it shouldn’t cause suspicion. “I’m on my way home. Father Murphy and I—”
Dad cuts me off before I have to come up with a life. “Hurry home, Val. It isn’t safe. Reed Murphy isn’t who he says he is.”
“What do you mean?” Maybe it’s the haze and fog of an abrupt awakening that knocks sense from my mind, but Dad’s words don’t resonate. Reed Murphy is strange, but I can tell he’s pure at heart. He might not be an upstanding preacher who came to our town to save the souls of the masses, but he sure has done for mine.