Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
He grabs my legs by the ankles and holds them up. He pulls out, watching my pussy drip on the sheets before plunging his cock inside me yet again. I can feel him hitting my cervix with every thrust, hurting me so much I nearly pass out from the pain.
And yet I still don't want him to stop.
"Beg for my load," he hisses. "Beg for me to breed you, little bird."
His words take my breath away. I gasp for air but there's none there. My legs fall down uselessly when he lets go and whips me around into a doggy position. He forces my head back until I'm looking up at him, grabbing my hair with one hand and smacking my ass with the other.
"Beg for it, little bird!"
"P-Please," I manage, shocked by the impact of his hand as he smacks me again. "Please! Fill me!"
"Keep going, not good enough."
I groan in frustration. I want to rip my hair out. I want to fucking hurt him.
The blood from his cut drips down on my face. I push my tongue out and lick it. It tastes metallic, like iron. I feel so fucked up, so needy, I'm going to fucking come soon.
He fists my hair tight and pummels me hard and fast and my body is rocked by an orgasm I can't fight. I yell his name and he smacks my ass while I’m coming, over and over again and in the same spot, making sure I'm going to fucking bruise. He doesn't stop fucking me either. My pussy clenches, impossibly tight around his swollen dick and ready to milk every last drop of his seed.
"You want it?" he growls in my ear. "You want your slutty cunt filled with my cum? You want me to come right into your fucking cervix? You wanna be pregnant, little bird?"
All I can do is whimper and cry.
"Fucking answer me!"
"Please, yes," I whisper. "I want your baby. I want you. I want everything. Don't let me go."
"Never," he growls, grasping my throat and looking deep into my eyes as he pushes in one final time. "Take it."
I could cry from the pain of him being inside me fully. It feels like he's stretching me impossibly, making my pussy take so much more than it could possibly handle. I feel his cock throb. I feel the first spurt of cum inside me and I whimper his name as more and more follow. He's not moving, just letting my cunt clench and milk his cock. His eyes roll back and he smirks, my name a dying whisper on his lips.
I don't know how long it takes for him to stop coming. It feels like he's painting my cunt from the inside with his warm cum, and somehow, despite the pain, I feel happy, taken care of… and relieved.
Once he's done, I collapse on the bed and he pulls out. My shaky hand goes between my legs, cupping the seed that runs out. Deliriously, I bring my hand to my face and suck my fingers until there's not a trace left.
"You're such a good girl," Nox mutters, pulling me into his embrace. "I fucking love hurting you."
He holds me close, lips nuzzling my neck and hair as I start to sob. Once it begins, there's no way I can stop, and sobs rack my body, making me shake with the intensity of the orgasm he just gave me.
Nox doesn't offer comforting words and doesn't try to make it better. But his lips find mine, and he kisses me, proving to me yet again how very weak I am for him. His fingers absentmindedly find their way between my legs, toying with my clit, pushing his cum deeper inside me.
We stay like that for a long time, until I finally stop crying. Once he pulls back, I feel the loss of him and it fucking hurts.
"You need to get dressed," he tells me. "We're leaving."
"What?" I sit up in the bed. "Where are we going?"
"We need to go to my motel room and decide what's going to happen next. Where we'll live. Shit like that."
"You think we're going to live together?" I scoff.
"Won't we?"
I ponder his words and press my lips together, unwilling to give Nox an answer. To be honest, after this, I don't see my life without him. I don't think I can survive without Nox. I don't want to survive without Nox.
"Okay," I whisper.
He hands me his shirt and a pair of shorts. They're both too big on me, and the scars on my legs and arms are painfully visible. But I'm past the point of caring. My heart beats with trepidation and excitement, eager for our next chapter to begin.
***
We arrive at the motel a while later. The receptionist gives me a nasty look when Nox guides me to his room.