Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 38456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
His question is ringing around in my head.
We were really talking when the pain stopped.
“Come on, angel, tell me why you didn’t pick the fairy tale. I was surprised when I saw your picture there.”
“I take it you do this often?”
“No, I don’t.” Both of his hands rest beside my head. He’s so close that it’s hard to look away.
I don’t want to look away from him.
Biting my lip, I try not to move. He feels weird inside me. A good weird, but still strange.
I’ve never had a dick within me, and now there’s no going back.
“Surprised?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good. I don’t do this often. So, figuring you don’t either, tell me why you didn’t pick the fairy tale.”
“Because I didn’t want the lie.”
“The lie?”
“The fairy tale ending is not what I’m getting. Far from it. There’s no knight or prince waiting at the end of the night. One-time deal where you experience everything. You love every second of it, but it’s a lie. A complete and total lie. I’d rather have the truth than that.”
“Interesting.”
When he stops talking and simply stares into my eyes, I don’t know what he’s looking for, can’t even for a second figure out what he wants.
Then he starts to move, and I gasp.
“Ah, so you’re not in pain anymore.”
He thrusts inside me, moving in and out, slowly, each time, driving my arousal higher.
He lifts up completely, and the view of his cock is so sexy. Spreading my legs wide, I glance down and watch as he sinks inside me.
I gasp.
“That’s it, angel, feel me inside you. You’re so fucking tight. A nice, tight pussy. You’re not a virgin anymore. I own that. I own that part of you, and you’re never taking it away from me.”
One of his hands moves down my sides, cupping my hip, holding it firm within his grasp as he goes harder, riding me, taking me to another place, or at least it feels like it. I don’t know what to do. Holding onto the sheet seems like a pretty good idea.
He drives inside me, and I can’t look away.
The pleasure is intense.
Painful and hot all at once.
The need inside me goes higher.
“Oh, fuck, I want to feel that sweet pussy come all over my cock.” He rears up and places me so that his cock is still inside me and my butt is on his thighs. I watch, unable to do or say anything as he strokes through my slit. He’s teasing my clit, and even though it wasn’t long ago I came, I can feel the pleasure rising up inside me. I want this. I want to come so hard and so badly.
Each stroke builds my arousal until I can’t stand it anymore and come so hard it tears a scream from my lips.
“Yeah, that feels so good.”
He keeps on stroking my clit, speaking dirty words that echo off the walls. I never knew I could feel like this, and it’s driving my need higher.
There was no comedown from this as he holds my hips and lets go of all restraint. He pounds inside me, fucking me harder than before. I wrap my legs around his waist, and his lips clash against mine, sucking, biting, nipping, and there’s nothing I can do.
I love the feel of his dick, the way his body holds me down to the bed, his cock branding me.
I’ll never forget this.
No matter how little the romance was, I will remember this moment until the day I die.
He drives inside me one more time, his growl spilling out of his mouth at the same time his grip tightens on my hip to the point of pain.
I’ll have bruises in the morning, but that’s okay.
His cock pulses as wave upon wave of cum spills into the condom.
Finally, after he finishes, he doesn’t linger. He pulls out of me and sits back.
I don’t know what to do but to close my legs.
I watch as he climbs off the bed.
No words are spoken as he peels off the condom, and I watch him wrap it up, tossing it in the trash.
I don’t even want to think of all the women that have been here before.
He returns to the bed, and I was sure for a second I saw him shake.
It is gone in the blink of an eye.
Neither of us speaks.
The air is heavy with tension.
Or I think it is. I don’t know what to say.
His gaze returns to mine, and I lie there on the bed. What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to draw too much attention. He glances down my body until he finally lands on the bed.
“I think I know why they have white sheets.”
I follow his gaze, and there, where he’d taken me, is a stain of my blood.
My virgin blood.
I feel the heat fill my cheeks.