The Untamed – The Wild Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Suspense, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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The thought is repugnant.

“Maybe, but you don’t have to worry. I’m not going to get you pregnant.” I suppress a shudder. “I want to puke just thinking about you making my cock hard enough to ejaculate. Besides, you’ll have Wild for that.”

Now it’s her turn to be disgusted.

“Wild is an arrogant twat,” she grumbles. “‘I play football. I’m so great.’” The way her voice deepens as she mocks Wild has me laughing. “‘I have a girlfriend. I have five girlfriends. I have a truck. I have a phone. Blah, blah, blah, I’m so amazing.’”

I used to be envious of Wild and his life near town. He goes to a real school, not taught by his parents like we are, and is exposed to lots and lots of people. Rowdy was so intrigued, he went to live with Uncle Atticus and Aunt Eve for a few months several years ago. But, whatever happened, he didn’t like it. Rowdy came back different. Quiet, sullen, reserved…and angry.

“Wild doesn’t have five girlfriends. He’s saving himself to marry you,” I tease. “You’ll have ten of his kids and then you’ll be so amazing just like him.”

She sticks her finger in her mouth and pretends to gag. “Gross. I’m not going to marry him. I’ll marry you before I marry Wild. Dad would kill us both and that would still be better than having Wild’s amazing ten-baby-making penis anywhere near me.”

Wild is seventeen like Raegan. I feel like our parents are pushing that relationship whenever we see the Knox family, but Raegan’s not biting.

“Will you ever leave home?” My voice grows somber. “Go to town or someplace else in the world?”

“Never. Not as long as you’re here. Why? Are you planning on leaving?”

I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it. In fact, I wonder sometimes if I could be free to be myself outside of the wilderness we call home. But then I remember my one and only trip to town. Dad took me to get my eyes checked by a doctor who doesn’t ask questions about where someone lives. I’d ended up needing glasses and subsequently got them after a couple days stay with Uncle Atticus and Aunt Eve. Dad took me to a movie and a couple of stores. I’d been overwhelmed to the point I thought I was going to suffocate. Later, I read up on it.

Panic attack.

I’d suffered a panic attack.

“You know I’ll never leave this place. Or you.” I lean over and kiss Raegan on the forehead. “Are you better now?”

She nods and smiles. “You make everything better, Ro. You always do.”

When Raegan leaves to help Mom with cooking dinner, I can’t help but pace my small cabin. My mind is spinning as I wonder how Ryder is feeling after the accidental hard-on. Is he humiliated? It’s not something I can exactly ask. Not without some sort of awkwardness. If it were me that it happened to, I’d be mortified.

But it has happened to you…

Only difference is, I didn’t get caught like Ryder did. It came and went without detection. Well, I had to make it go away by jerking off almost violently the second I was alone after the incident, but at least I didn’t have any witnesses.

As if on cue, my dick thickens. Dinner will be ready soon, which means I don’t have time to jerk off. But the more I try to ignore it, the more of a distraction it becomes.

I can do this quickly.

Sure beats risking an erection at the dinner table for all to see.

I’ve made my decision. I’ll jerk off. My heart races in my chest as I open the bedside table drawer. The bottle of lube sits half-empty. I’ve gone through quite a few bottles in the past year, ever since Wild smuggled me some dirty magazines. Dad makes Uncle Atticus bring us lube from town and supplies us with it. It’s awkward and embarrassing, but Dad says no one wants a raw dick, so he’s looking out for us.

I switch off thoughts of Wild and Dad so I can focus on the magazines. They’re all mostly of women with their legs spread and breasts on display. It’s arousing to look at and helps me visualize this supposed wife I’ll have one day. My favorite picture is in one of the magazines where all you can see is ass covering most of the page. Her fingers dig into her fleshy cheeks as she spreads herself apart. I’m always so fucking turned on by her tight, puckered pink asshole.

My cock jolts, begging for attention. With jerky movements, I unbutton my jeans before shoving them and my boxers down my thighs. I slather my cock with lube and then stroke the sensitive flesh.

Fuck.

Feels so good.

My eyes flutter closed as I attempt to visualize being inside a woman. It’s hard to imagine. I sneak a peek at the magazine that’s left open on my favorite page on the bed. Staring at her sexy hole, I begin relentlessly fucking my fist. I think about slicking up her hole and pushing inside her there. From what Wild says, the ass is supposed to be tighter than the pussy. He’s had sex multiple times, if we’re to believe his boasting, and tried many different positions, including anal.


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