The Throwbacks Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
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I’d always thought I’d lose my virginity on my wedding night, to someone who would love me more than his next breath. Someone, who would take care with me. Someone, who would cherish the gift of my virginity.

Instead I’d lost it to this unfeeling monster whose only words had been ‘fuck you’re a virgin? I should send your old man a picture of your blood on my cock.’ How crass how unfeeling. So why did my body want his? How was that possible when I hated him more than I’ve ever hated anyone before in my life?

He reached out a hand and grabbed my ankle, dragging me back before turning me roughly to my stomach. I screamed and kicked but to no avail. I threatened him with all manner of retribution but he just laughed.

I felt his knee in my back as he did something with the swinging contraption that hung over the cot. Then he took my hands and lifted them above my head and the pain was excruciating.

My limbs were still sore from their earlier hanging and now they burned. I fought back the tears but they escaped anyway as he tied my hands in place over my head.

I looked back over my shoulder to see what he was going to do next and almost choked. He wasn’t fully hard yet and he was still huge. Had that thing really been inside me? No wonder I felt like he’d ripped me in two. I pulled against the rope, remembered pain giving me energy but there was no give and no one was going to come to my rescue.

“Stop moving. How am I supposed to get my dick in that tight little pussy of yours if you don’t hold still?” His cold hand came up between my legs from behind and cupped me. I felt one then two then three fingers force themselves inside me and hated the wet heat that he pulled from my body with just a few soft strokes.

“Umm, look at that. Your pussy’s all wet and I haven’t even started you bad girl. I wonder what daddy would say if he knew you like it rough? None of those preppy boys for you huh. Maybe I’ll keep you as my side piece when I’m done.”

“Fuck you.” I tried spitting at him but I didn’t have the right angle and it just landed on my shoulder. “No, fuck you.” I screamed or at least tried to when I felt him drive himself into me from behind. This is it I’m going to die. “Stop please, you’re killing me.”

“I wonder what the headlines would say.” He whispered in my ear as he thrust into my body. “Young beauty queen fucked to death by monster cock. Details at eleven.” He’s twisted.

“I hate you.” It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up inside me but I couldn’t get away. His hand on my tummy held me in place for his wicked thrusts into my body.

7

Stacey

The burning feeling between my thighs helped to keep the hate alive, but it wasn’t long before my body betrayed me again. I couldn’t let this happen; couldn’t keep giving into him, it was embarrassing. Just then his other hand came around and I felt his fingers on my clit. Oh no! It didn’t take much for them to have me moaning and pushing back on his cock.

He laughed and talked about my body’s reaction and I wanted to die of shame. “Now I have to punish you.” What had he been doing all this time? The man is insane. He did something to the ropes again and my knees barely touched the cot.

What was he up to now? He felt harder, deeper this way as he almost stood behind me now instead of kneeling on the cot. I felt him pull out of my body only to slam back in and I lost all train of thought.

My mouth hung open as wide as my eyes as I knelt almost suspended on the bed. The only movement was the back and forth of my body caused by his slamming into me from behind. The comical expression on my face was put there by my surprise not only at the size of his cock, but the finesse with which he used it.

He wasn’t trying to punish me this time, at least not in the conventional sense of the word. No the sadistic son of a bitch had found another way to torment me; he was using my own body to shame me.

Why else would he place light kisses along my neck and run his hands gently up and down my middle until he reached between my thighs? And once there, why would he play his fingers so beautifully against my swollen clit until I was ready to beg and plead for him not to stop?


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