Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
I shriek as he hits somewhere sensual inside me. He picks up his rhythm and goes deeper and harder, slamming against that spot over and over.
My back scrapes against the ground and I think he’ll choke me to death as he fucks me.
“This is about my pleasure.” Thrust. “My satisfaction.” Thrust. “You’re only here to receive.” Thrust. “Your body was made to be used and marked however I fucking want.” Thrust. “This is my cumhole, understood?”
I grab onto his arm with both hands, my nails sinking into the material as he plows into me. The mask makes him look like a demon in the night.
A madman set on destruction.
His rhythm leaves me breathless, and I don’t have the clarity to think about anything except for that spot he keeps hitting.
“Your cunt is strangling my cock.” He rolls his hips and thrusts again. “Can’t wait for my cum to fill this hole? Such a greedy little whore.”
My lips open in an O. My body is being violated in the most obscene ways possible and his words are so humiliating, but I can’t seem to think past the hurricane building at the base of my stomach.
The whirlwind is severe and relentless.
I don’t think I could stop it if I wanted to.
I’ve never felt anything equally uncomfortable, intense, and pleasurable at the same time.
“Wait…wait…” I choke out, but instead of slowing down, he pounds me, his cock nearly tearing me apart.
And in the middle of that pain, I think I’ll die.
I’ll die as he fucks me.
But the wave that hits me is a cloud of blinding pleasure. As his groin slaps against mine, liquid splashes out of me and I stare in horror as it drenches his jeans and the ground around us.
I don’t get to focus on how I squirted for the first time in my life as my head rolls back. The orgasm sweeps through me in electric waves that swallow me whole. My legs shake and I lose control of my limbs.
I think I black out for a fraction of a second.
When I’m spat back into reality, Kane fucks me deeper, and I think the orgasm will never end.
But then he pulls out and releases my throat.
I think it’s finally over and blink rapidly, but then he wraps a strong hand around my waist and flips me onto my stomach.
My knees throb as they meet the ground and he forces me on my elbows and pulls my ass up in the air. “This isn’t working, let’s try something different.”
I try to look back, but he sinks his hand in my hair, shoving my face into the dirt floor, filling my nostrils with the dewy earth smell.
Slap!
A groan rips from me as his gloved palm meets my ass cheek. The sting rattles me to the bones, but before I can think, he spanks me again, this time on both cheeks.
I scream, but it’s partially muffled by the ground and my sobs.
My eyes sting, and I realize tears are streaming down to the earth.
It hurts.
It hurts like a mother.
But somehow, the pleasure remains; if anything it burns hotter. And that terrifies the hell out of me.
“Stop!” I cry out, digging my fingers into the dirt. “Stop it…stop…”
“Mmm, that’s it.” He slaps my ass harder, as if I’m his punching bag. “Break for me.”
“Please…” I sob as the pain intensifies coupled with blinding pleasure.
“More. Show me what you look like when you shatter to pieces like a dirty slut.”
My skin feels like it’s been doused with fire, so when he sinks his fingers into my battered ass cheek, I scream, but it’s barely audible. All my strength seems to have disappeared except for the constant throb to come.
His cock forces its way inside me again, and I shriek.
My walls clamp around his size and I feel like he’s going to break me. “This is more like it. Your tight cunt is strangling me so well. Mmm. More.”
I reach a weak hand behind me, blindly tapping at his thigh, his jeans, anywhere I can reach. “No…no…stop it…please…”
I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop because it hurts or because I’m scared by how much I’m turned on by this.
But a breath of relief escapes me when he doesn’t listen.
Kane thrusts inside me with blinding power, going deeper than I thought would ever be possible.
“Look at your cunt dripping wet. You’re such a natural at taking cock.” He slaps my ass and I sob, tasting my snot and tears.
But no matter how much I wail and cry, he just goes on and on, impaling me with his cock.
Slapping my ass until pleasure and pain mix and become one and the same.
I think I’ll shatter to pieces like he said or even faint or actually die.
As I cry a mumbled sob on the ground, it hits me that he said he’ll only stop if I say ‘red’.