Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I didn’t know if I could do what he wanted, but I was going to try. “Yes, sir.” My voice shook as I spoke.
“Are you scared?” His voice was low and seductive. I couldn’t lie to him.
“Yes, sir.”
“Be scared of how much your body is going to need me. But don’t be scared of me. I’ll only hurt you in ways you’ll like.”
I believed him. I was a fool for it, but I did.
He pulled lube from his pocket, and I turned my head to the side so I could watch him as he drizzled it on his cock. I love the view of his big, strong hand stroking his shaft.
I looked back down when he seized my hips, holding me tightly. I felt the head of his cock push against me. He was so fucking big. He’d stretched my mouth, and I could only imagine what he was going to do to my poor ass. But I didn’t fight. I didn’t struggle. I focused on trying to breathe and to surrender the way he wanted.
I cried out when he pushed in, thrusting past the tight muscle. It hurt like hell. I tried to suck in air, but my lungs seemed to have forgotten how to work.
“Relax. You can take it. You have to.”
I whimpered. “Hurts so bad.”
“Yeah, it’s going to hurt for a while, but you’ll get used to it. You’ll be begging for it soon.”
He pulled out, then drove in further. I gasped, clenching the side of the chair, trying to fight the invasion, but between his tight grip and the way I was bent double, I couldn’t get away from him.
“You’re mine. You’ll stay right here, and you’ll take whatever I give you.”
“Yes, sir.”
He hummed. “That’s better.”
He pulled out again, and the slow drag of his cock against me felt amazing. Once again, I relaxed back, then he thrust hard, driving into me. I cried out, and he clasped his hand over my mouth.
“No one else gets to hear you. Only me.”
“Aren’t the rooms soundproofed?”
“Not well enough for how loud I can make you scream.”
His words broke me. I struggled as hard as I could, fighting his grip, trying to get away, needing to not be ripped apart by his thick cock.
He shifted his hand to grab my throat, cutting off my air. “Where is my good boy? You’re supposed to be good for me. Stop fighting.”
When I didn’t, he squeezed harder, I couldn’t breathe. I knew I wouldn’t last long like this. I was truly his, and that was what I wanted. I wanted to be taken. I surrendered then, letting my body sag against the chair. Val loosened his grip.
“That’s it. Now, be a good boy like you were before.”
I nodded. He kept his hand on my throat as he drew back and drove into me, going all the way until his hips slapped against my ass.
“So good. You’ve got all of me now. I bet you feel so full.”
I nodded again, knowing I couldn’t speak.
“Hold on tight.” I did, gripping the sides of the chair and making sure my head was braced on my arms. I didn’t want another concussion. I wanted to enjoy this now that my body was adjusting to Val’s size.
He pulled almost all the way out, and I groaned. It felt so fucking good.
“That’s it. Didn’t I say you’d enjoy it?”
He thrust back in, and I whimpered. It was so good even though it still hurt. Val was so fucking big, and I hadn’t been fucked in so long, but after a few more thrusts, the pain was forgotten, and it was all pleasure. He was truly taking me, using my body, owning me. It felt so good, tears stung my eyes. He shifted me on the chair and the next time he thrust deep, his cock rubbed right over my prostate. I cried out, and once again he placed his hand over my mouth.
“I’m so good for you, aren’t I?”
I nodded.
“That’s right. If I take my hand off your mouth, you’ll beg for it, won’t you? You’ll beg for me to keep going, keep driving into you, keep using your body. You’ll beg to be mine.”
He was right, I needed to relieve my cock. It was throbbing. I wondered if I could come without him touching me. I was afraid I might, but I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to please him. Not because I owed him, not because I was afraid of him, but because I wanted to. I felt more cared for in that moment than I had since the accident.
That was so fucked up.
“Baby?”
Had he really just called me that? Did I like it? I turned, angling my head so I could look back at him.
“You okay? You with me?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. Please fuck me.”