Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
He shook his head once, then slid back inside carefully. When he pulled back out, there was still a small amount of blood, but it was less than before. So, he did it again. With each movement, every time my pussy stretched to accommodate his girth and my clit got friction, my body threatened to combust. There was no more blood. The thought that maybe I’d managed to squeak through that place without being raped wanted to form in my mind and with it a relief so sharp and stark it would have sent me into a sea of tears and snot. But I wasn’t going to focus on that just now. Because, if that wasn’t the case, my devastation would be just as hard as the relief.
“Sweet God,” I moaned, arching my back. My tits thrust upward. “That feels so fucking good!”
Morgue grunted. Instead of continuing, however, he pulled me into his arms and picked me up, still impaling me on his cock. I gave a little squeal, but he ignored me as he stepped out of the shower. We were both soaking wet.
He snagged a towel before setting me on the vanity and placing the towel around my shoulders. With brisk movements, he dried me, then gave his upper body a little going over before he put his hands on either side of my hips and gave me a fierce look. He was still inside me. “Now. Tell me. How much did I hurt you?”
“It was only a small pain, Morgue. Honest. There, then gone. The pleasure is so much more than the pain, and it’s not even fading now. It’s completely gone. There’s a little bit of a burn where you’re stretching me, but it only adds to how good this feels.” I could feel tears gathering in my eyes. “Please don’t stop. Please. I need to know what…” I closed my eyes as two tears coursed down my cheeks. “I need to know what comes next.”
“Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. This time, instead of getting rid of water, I got the feeling he was trying like hell to figure out what to do. “You swear, Dorothy? I mean, really fuckin’ swear?”
I couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah. I really fuckin’ do.”
There were several beats of silence, then Morgue barked out a laugh. Then chuckled. Then outright guffawed. Tears streamed from his eyes in his mirth, but his cock was still hard as stone inside me. “You are a rare treasure, my little Dorothy. I am proud to call you mine.”
I thought he might fuck me then, take me and push us both over the edge. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me again and carried me back into the bedroom and moved us both on to the bed. I thought he would settle himself over my naked body, however, Morgue rolled us gently so that I was on top of him with his cock still inside me.
“Now. You want this, you do the work,” he said. “I’m not gonna hurt you because I’m so fuckin’ horny I can’t control my fuckin’ self.” He swept his hands up and down my hips and thighs in a soothing yet tantalizing caress. When I didn’t immediately move, he urged me up and down, and I understood what he wanted me to do. I braced my hands on his chest and started riding him.
It took me a minute to get the right angle, but the second I did and my clit scraped over his skin with every motion, my movements became more assertive. I gasped as I moved, my hips snapping forward and backward as I rode him. Morgue’s breathing was heavy and deep, the occasional grunt broke free, but he was otherwise silent, watching me intently.
I threw my head back and screamed. The peak I’d known was on the horizon crested but was shy of what I thought it would be. I was missing something I had no idea how to express. Or maybe this was all there was?
“Dorothy?” Morgue hadn’t taken his pleasure. I think he was too busy making sure I was OK to let himself go.
“I’m sorry.” It was all I could think of to say. “Thank you for this.” I started to climb off him, but Morgue grasped my hips, stilling me.
“What’s wrong? You have to talk to me.”
I smiled at him. “We both seem to devolve to one- or two-word sentences on occasion. I’m not sure the conversation would be all that informative.”
“You need something else.” It wasn’t a question. “Tell me.”
I shrugged helplessly, doing my best to fight off tears. “I don’t know! There seemed like there was going to be more than… I don’t know. It just went away.”
“Did you have sex before you left for Cancún?”
I shook my head. “No.”