Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
I jerk out a nod, my breaths already choppy in this moment, already hard to come by, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.
“Tell it to me,” he orders.
“D-doggie style,” I whisper and then blush like crazy.
His lips stretch up in a lopsided smile as he praises, “Good girl.”
God, he shouldn’t say things like this when I’m so scared. Because then I become even more turned on and I don’t know what to do with myself.
“You read that in a book?” he asks next.
“Yes,” I reply, clenching and unclenching my thighs.
His smile widens and so does the fondness in his eyes, in his tone. “Yeah, you did. ’Cause my sweet wife is a college girl, ain’t she? Straight-A student, no less. Except sociology though. That’s how she got stuck with a no-good ex-con like me.”
“Arsen, you—”
“And the reason it’s called that is ’cause that’s how dogs fuck,” he says, making me flinch and somehow even hornier. “That’s how all animals fuck, by the way. Don’t know if they taught you that in your big, fancy college but you grow up on a ranch, you know these things. But the point is I’m gonna fuck you like that. Gonna mount you like a goddamn bull you reduce me to, all horny and randy and lookin’ to get his nut off. But I ain’t fuckin’ that pussy, I’m fuckin’ your ass.” His jaw clenches for a second, but he isn’t done scaring me because he goes on, “And if my dick felt so big last night, sliding into that tight little college girl snatch, it’s gonna feel fuckin’ monstrous goin’ into that tiny little asshole. So do you understand what I’m sayin’ to you? You wanna choke on my cock, darlin’, so it goes easy for you when I fuck you in your ass later.”
“But it’s going to hurt,” I blurt out.
At my words, his dick under my hands jumps. “It is.”
“What if… What if I can’t sit right for a while?”
“You won’t be able to walk right for a while too.”
My eyes pop wide. “No.”
“Fuck yes,” he counters. “But then again, I can’t think straight from all the pain you put in my ass so it’s only fair, isn’t it?”
I squeeze his dick with my hands, but I don’t think it hurts him like I want it to. “I don’t even think it’s… made for that.”
“Oh, it’s made for that,” he disagrees, his nostrils flaring. “If you don’t believe anything I say, baby, you better believe your asshole’s made for my dick. You better fuckin’ believe every hole in your juicy little body is made for my dick. And before this night’s over, I’m gonna bang every single one of them.”
My thighs clench again, and I know I’m wetter than ever before. It’s just that I’m also more scared than I’ve ever been before. “Will you p-please be gentle?”
His eyes rove over my features, something intense and heavy in his gaze. “Yeah. I’m gonna have to. Because for some reason, the thought of hurtin’ you makes me sick to my stomach. For some goddamn reason, I can’t stop myself from comin’ to your rescue. And I don’t get why.”
I do, though. I know, and despite all the fear and apprehension, I tell him: “Because we’re branded, you and me. Because eight years ago, when your life burned down, you saved mine from the fire. So now every time something bad happens, I can’t help but think of you. When he was…” I trail off and his thighs tighten around me as if hugging me; and his fingers around my throat hold me firmly as if lending me strength to go on. “When he was on me, all I could think about was you. Calling out to you, screaming your name. No one else. I knew you were the only one who could save me. Because you always do. Somehow, someway you always find a way to come to my rescue. And I know you don’t like to talk about it and maybe you don’t even believe it but I’m the girl who was never saved by anyone. No one has ever chosen me. Except you. So eight years ago, you branded yourself on my soul and maybe somewhere along the way, I branded myself on you too.”
Our bond is forged in fire. It’s forged in tragedy and violence. It’s stronger than a piece of paper and all the laws of the world. It’s stronger than even him and me, and maybe he feels the same way because as soon as I finish, he puts his mouth on mine and steals my breath away. We use each other to breathe. We use each other to stay alive in this moment, in this dark cabin.
This time, I’m the one to break the kiss off so I can finally finish what I started, unzipping him and pulling him out. And as soon as he’s out, all hard and throbbing, wet like he was last night, I fall on him. I have to. I’ve been dying to suck him off, probably the moment I felt it in the small of my back when we rode on the horse together for the first time, so it’s not really a surprise that I take to it like a fish to water.