Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I whimpered, but he merely touched his fingers to my cheek. I leaned into his touch and hated myself for it, but there was nothing I could have done to fight it. I felt the toy pressing against me, not roughly, not gently either. And then I felt him reaching below me, wrapping his fingers around the vibrator.
“I’ll help you,” he promised. So sweet. So caring. “Just a little bit more, little one. Come on, just a little bit lower. Do you feel that? Do you feel it going inside your tight asshole?”
“Please!” I cried out, suddenly unbearably embarrassed. “Please stop!”
“No, I can’t stop now,” he said.
It was deep now, his voice. Deep, dark and rumbling.
I opened my eyes to beg with them and noticed his hand was on his trousers. Rubbing there.
“What are you doing,” I whispered, forgetting to make it a question.
“I need to come,” he growled. “Keep going, little one.”
“No, I…” I said uselessly and then felt it go inside my ass.
It just slipped in, and suddenly I felt fuller than I ever had. It was filling me in a way I couldn’t even describe. Filthy, it felt so fucking filthy I shivered, making it slide deeper. Now I wasn’t whimpering or begging him anymore. I was moaning. Low, deep moans that embarrassed the hell out of me. I felt my own cheeks flush as I looked down, biting my bottom lip.
“You fucking love it,” he muttered against my ear, his hand working his cock through his trousers. “Oh God, you dirty little slut, I knew you would.”
11
Harlow
I ignored his words, ignored the whole world around us.
The only thing I was aware of anymore was the toy pressing inside my ass and how dirty it felt. I felt my ass clutching it, pulling it deeper inside despite my efforts not to let my heels sink. My ass wanted this, my body begged for it. I was desperate to just let go and let it happen, yet too scared to let my legs give out, and too frozen to let my mind off the hook. I kept holding, listening to him jerking off, his groans almost as desperate as my own. I cried out, a soft little whisper as I felt my ass grip the toy.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ellis muttered. “Just do it, Harlow.”
He’d said my name, my fucking name. My eyes flew to him and I watched his own desperate gaze mirroring my own. I hadn’t heard my name in so long. I longed to hear it again, to have him whisper it, beg me using that name, beg me like I was a human, not an expensive toy he’d bought to play with however cruelly he wanted to.
“Say it again,” I begged him breathlessly, and his eyes turned furious.
For a second, I was sure he was going to hit me again, but he didn’t seem to want that. In fact, I witnessed something twist inside him at that moment, his eyes softening as he kept looking at me. I realized I’d wrapped him around my little finger, as simple as that, by doing something I actually fucking enjoyed. Now I would have to take advantage of him, use him any way I possibly could to get the fuck out of there.
“Harlow,” he whispered, and I moaned, throwing my head back and slowly letting the toy slip deeper.
It felt like being filled to the brim and then some more. Like I was about to pass out from the sheer feeling of it, my eyes fluttering closed every half a second, unable to stay open.
“Fuck, look at me,” he told me. “Look at me, Harlow, I want your eyes on mine when it happens.”
He grabbed my throat and I fought my restraints shamefully because I wanted to hold him and have him comfort me, not run away.
“Look. At. Me.”
His voice was nothing but a growl, and I let my eyes go to his, begging him for God knows what. Mercy, or maybe a helping hand.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Almost there, baby.”
Baby… Baby… Like he cared about me, like he gave a shit.
My heels dropped to the ground and I let out gasp after gasp as my ass sank on the toy. It was so deep, so impossibly deep, and it hurt. My bottom lip quivered, and I sobbed against him, suddenly overwhelmed, needing him so badly my legs shook, rattling the chair on the floor.
“Please,” I begged him, tears flowing down my face, my mouth hanging open uselessly. “Please hold me!”
He grabbed me, pulling me closer and kissing my face, my skin, my lips, my eyelids. It felt insane. Like we were both fucking mad. Me, crying openly for him, and Ellis grabbing onto me like I was his lifeline.
I’d never sobbed like that, helplessly and with genuine fear in every tear. But he held me through it all.