Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Keryn, this is our first time. If we can’t share our feelings now, what do we have? I love you, and if all this is too much, and you want to stop, we can stop. It will kill me, I can’t lie. That might be the end of me, but I’ll do it.”
I nod, sobbing and moaning all in one. “I don’t want to stop. My parents died,” I tell him, and feel the pain all over again as I think back to that first death. “Dad…he was in a car accident when my sister was still a baby. He didn’t die there and then, they… Ow. Oh, more, faster… They took him to hospital but he never came out again. I thought that was the worst week of my life but it wasn’t.”
I lean my head against his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, sliding deeper with each thrust as he strokes my hair. “It’s OK, baby.”
“Mom…got cancer, six years later. It was inoperable and she knew it long before she had the heart to tell us. She provided for us, made sure we were going to be OK when she was gone, but it hurt. It hurts… God, Max, you’re too big. It hurts…” I kiss him to cut off the scream that’s building in my throat. His cock is now deep inside me, thrusting near my cervix. How I’ve taken all of him is a miracle, but I can feel the need building, coming close to the edge, the crescendo. “I want it. I want it. Please…”
He rakes his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back and attacking my throat with his lips, his teeth. “You’re so strong, baby. So strong. My perfect, strong, brave girl. Having to cope with all that, and coming through it the way you have. I’m so proud of you. I’m going to fill you so full of cum it will be dripping out of you for a week. I’m going to make your legs tremble in a way they’ve never felt before.”
I cry out as he increases his speed, wrapping my legs tighter around his core as he thrusts so deep. Waves of pleasure cascade through my body, my stomach clenching and releasing, my bare nipples rubbing against the thick hair across his chest.
With each movement of him inside me, I build closer, closer. But it’s not until I feel his finger pressing against my ass that I start to quiver, trying to hold on, to prolong the moment. When it slips inside, adding pressure from behind, I’m done.
My whole body quivers, my kegels clenching, trapping him inside as the first burst of his seed fills me. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he grunts, thrusting again, again, again. Another jet of hot cum, and another. I can feel liquid dribbling down my thighs. I know he’s taken my flower and I must be bleeding, but I don’t care. I want this, I want us, I want him.
“My perfect girl,” he murmurs as I arch back, groaning with an overload of sensation. “My perfect, wonderful girl. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about tying you up. That will have to wait for another day…”
Seven
Keryn
Cyn: Brandon is fucking gone. Man, that loser. Should have done it ages ago.
I chuckle a little to myself when I read Cyn’s message on my phone, then glance at Max beside me in the bed, half illuminated in the morning light. It’s the first moment that he’s moved enough for me to wriggle out from under his arm. Not that I’m complaining, being held so tightly and securely that nothing can touch me is wonderful. But it has given me a chance to get a look at my messages.
Slipping out of bed, I’m completely aware of not only my nakedness, but also the soreness of every inch, above and below the waist. That sublime soreness that reminds me, as I take one more glance at my sleeping giant, that I’m loved and claimed and protected.
I pad through to the bathroom, grab one of his shirts from the laundry, and pull it on over my head as I slip out into the hall and dial Cyn’s number.
“Hey, girl, what’s going on with you?”
I can’t help but laugh, chewing on my bottom lip as I wrap my arms around myself, smelling Max’s scent all over me. Taking a seat on the top step of the stairs, I can’t help glancing around at his home. Could it be our home? “Oh, you know…”
“You and Mr. Ripped to the Max? That’s a thing, right?”
“Uh huh.” I giggle, grinning, and hear her little squeal of delight on the other end.
“Oh my God, this is huge. Huge.”
Huge… She has no idea. “You can’t tell anyone about us, Cyn. You have to promise. I have no idea how we’re going to navigate…all this.”