Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“I’d love to fuck you all day, Penelope,” he growls. “But I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to come in you.”
Panic grips my chest, but I have no time to react.
His cock flexes, and a jet of hot, sticky fluid sprays inside me. My panic instinct is instantly overwhelmed by my third orgasm, which hits me like a ten-ton brick to the head.
Even if I wasn’t gagged, I wouldn’t be able to make any real discernable sounds. All this man would hear would be unintelligible moans as I slobbered all over myself while my body convulsed on its own.
He unloads inside me–more and more and more until I feel his cum dripping out of me and down my thighs and ass and onto the comforter.
I should be absolutely horrified and disgusted by this. A stranger is coming inside me and I’m coming with him!
Yet all this is doing is turning me on more.
“Fuck!” he grunts, pressing the entirety of his body’s weight down on top of me and burying his cock deeper than I would ever have thought possible. He’s so engorged, so thick and so swollen that it feels like a fist and forearm threatening to burst me open.
He lies on top of me for a moment, filling my nose with his scent, the warmth from his body threatening to overheat me. The sweat falling onto me from his body should gross me out, but it doesn’t. In fact, I love it. It’s primal. It’s feral.
It’s like a signal to me that this man truly could not restrain himself from taking me. Like a wild animal, he saw me, chased me down, and took me. And without hesitation, as if driven by pure instinct, not rational thought, he bred me.
My God, what if I end up pregnant?
I groan as he slides out of me and look up as he stands, kicking off his jeans and moving across the room completely naked.
His tall, muscled, bare body glistens with sweat, and his enormous chest rises and falls with every deep breath he takes.
“I’ll get you some water.” He turns and walks out of the room, giving me a glimpse of his muscular back, his toned buttocks and legs.
My God, talk about Adonis body shape.
He returns moments later sipping from a glass, which he sets on the nightstand beside me.
“Guess you’ll need to be untied to drink that.” He smiles, quickly unfastening the bindings around my wrist. He even unties my ankles.
The freedom feels unexpected–almost unwanted.
I was just completely and utterly under his control. What do I do now?
He undoes my gag and removes it from my mouth, allowing me to take my first deep breath since he captured me at the waterfall overlook. I did essentially nothing during that thrilling session, and yet I’m panting like I’ve just run a marathon.
“Here,” he says, handing me the water.
“T-thank you,” I manage to whisper as I take it from him.
The water tastes cool and crisp–probably spring water, if I were to guess. I gulp down half of it then set the glass aside.
The shift in his demeanor is dramatic. Moments ago, he was a wild force, ravishing me with nothing but his lust to drive him. Now he’s behaving like a perfect gentleman.
And yet he still has his mask on…
My pussy is pulsing almost painfully between my legs. My nipples are so hard and swollen, and I can still feel the sting on my ass from where he spanked me with his lustful approval.
My eyes wander around the sparsely decorated room, until I see it: his knife lying on the floor by his pants.
It’s like a splash of cold water to the face.
What am I thinking? I can’t just stay here with him like this!
Who knows who this man is? I’ve got to get out of here! There’s no way he would just let me go after bringing me to this place. If I were to report him, surely this would be enough to give the cops a lead on finding out who he is.
“My God, Penelope,” he says, moving to take a seat on the bed beside me. “You are just too sexy–”
His abs feel like iron against my heel as I kick out with every ounce of strength I have left, landing my heel directly against his stomach. I hear him gasp as I leap to my feet.
Then I’m out the door and running completely naked through the woods, with absolutely no idea of how to get back to my car.
I’m in big fucking trouble.
6
HAWK
TWO MONTHS EARLIER…
I finally made it happen. The mountain cabin I always dreamed of owning is finally mine.
Sure, with all my money, I could have just built a brand-new modern home on any of the tens of thousands of acres I now own, but where would be the fun in that? The fun is in the restoration–working with your hands. And I can’t wait to get started.