Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Man, I wanted to fuck her.
I got my jeans off then my boxers, allowing my hard cock to come free. It was already oozing at the tip, ready to slide through that tight pussy I’d heard so much about. Like I was at a resort, there was a bowl full of condoms on the table. It reminded me of a bowl full of candy at the doctor’s office. I snatched one then sheathed myself with the condom. It was lubricated since she probably wouldn’t be very wet.
My knees hit the bed, and I crawled toward her.
She pulled her knees tighter to her chest and yanked on the chains that kept her arms above her head.
I grabbed her knees and separated them, feeling no resistance since she knew she couldn’t get away from me. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. And if she didn’t cooperate, one of the other men would just yank her legs apart and fuck her once I was finished.
I positioned myself between her legs and took a breath once I felt her warm skin touch mine. She wasn’t cold like I expected her to be. Her skin was soft despite the bruises and cuts. I pressed my face between her tits and kissed her everywhere, enjoying the softness of a woman.
She breathed deeply underneath me, doing her best not to make a sound.
My cock rubbed against her folds, and my hips automatically bucked in anticipation. I wanted to have this woman under a different circumstance, but this would do. I kissed her stomach then moved up to her neck, feeling her quick pulse against my lips.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.
Now my head was really in the clouds. All I could think about was sex. I wanted to fuck her so hard she screamed. I wanted to fill the tip of the condom with so much come that it nearly broke.
I positioned myself at her entrance and pressed my tip inside her as I looked down into her terrified face. She closed her eyes and wouldn’t look at me, like that would make the experience more tolerable.
“Please don’t…” She finally made a sound, a quiet plea that no one else could hear outside the door. “Don’t do this to me… I can’t take it anymore.”
My body stilled at the sound of tears in her voice. If she hadn’t said anything, I’d probably already be buried deep inside her. At that point, nothing would stop me. My cock would take over and not stop until he was satisfied.
She opened her eyes when nothing happened.
My cock was still hard and eager. But the sound of her voice, the soft tone that was innately feminine, halted me in my tracks. I wanted her to speak again, to say my name. But I wanted that in a different context.
I should fuck her. There was nothing stopping me. There was nothing she could do about it, and whether I fucked her or not, she was still in the situation. When I left, she would still be beaten. At least I would be gentle with her. She might even like it if she kept an open mind.
But I still didn’t do it.
I moved down her body and pressed my lips to her skin again. I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples into my mouth, making them pebble with my tongue. I moved farther down and across her belly button. When I reached the area between her legs, she stiffened.
My tongue found her clit and I circled it, loving the taste of her pussy the second it was on my tongue.
Fuck.
She took a deep breath, a quiet gasp escaping her throat.
My mouth took over her pussy, and I kissed it, licked it, and bit it exactly how I liked. It wasn’t as good as sex, but it was still something. I wasn’t a big pussy-eater, but I definitely wanted hers. I rolled off the condom then jerked myself with my hand, beating off like a kid in middle school.
My mouth devoured her pussy, and her knees gave way until she was wide open for me. I even heard a few pants from up by the headboard. I looked up her body and watched her, seeing her face tint with a blush the longer I devoured her. Sometimes she arched her body and writhed. It wasn’t clear if she was enjoying it or not.
But she didn’t tell me to stop.
I slipped two fingers inside her pussy because I needed to know how tight she was. I needed to imagine it before I beat off again and finished myself off. I expected to feel her walls tighten around my fingers in protest and try to expel them.
But I felt moisture.
It could be from my own saliva, and my hopes were a product of wishful thinking. But to satisfy myself, I imagined she was aroused by this, a stranger licking her pussy and making her feel good.