Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
We looked at each other as he fucked me. I couldn’t look away anymore, and she seemed fixated on the little sounds I made when King fucked me. The moans, the whispers, the pleas, she lived for them, she absorbed them the second they left my lips.
She looked so sad, it made me think he’d want to fuck her just because of that. My fingers cramped behind my back and I came again with a frustrated cry. I didn’t get it. Why was he doing this? What was the point?
He felt unbelievable inside me, filling me, stretching me. He grunted and put on a show for the bitch, for Angel. And I just lay there and took it, my eyes begging for an answer from her.
My body tired out too quickly after the first few orgasms. But I kept my eyes open, kept looking at her. And she lived for every move I made, for every sound that left my lips, and every twitch of my muscles.
“You’re hurting her,” I whispered, and King slammed himself inside me with a groan.
“Angel asked for this,” he said, his cock pumping inside me so fast it felt like he was a machine. “She asked for all of this, Pet.”
He was playing some fucked-up game again and I didn’t even care. All I cared about was milking his cock with my pussy while Angel watched. Revenge. Sweet fucking revenge.
“Faster,” I begged him, and Angel whimpered. “Faster, sir, please.”
He grunted and his hands came down against my ass as he lost control.
Hard thrusts stretched me around him as he held me firmly in place. My hands were twitching under the belt and my eyes were so ready to roll back and let the darkness take over.
Angel stared at me with her lips parted and I smiled at her. Not in a selfish way. In a way I hoped would tell her it would all be okay.
She smiled back weakly and tears ran down her face. She really was pretty.
“Pet, clench your fucking pussy,” he told me through gritted teeth, and I did. It made me come in an instant, and he was close behind, his cock jerking so deep inside me it felt like he was in my womb.
The pain was unbearable, and he slammed deeper for good measure. I screamed my release to the other girl in the room and she fucking sobbed for some reason I didn’t understand.
I felt his cum dripping down my thighs as he pulled out. His hand smoothed my back and he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Good girl,” he said, “I’m proud of you, Pet.”
And then he took the phone from the bed, the phone I’d completely forgotten about. He stopped the recording and I whimpered as he handed it over to Angel.
“There you go,” he told her. “Just like I promised.”
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, and I hated her again for this weird fucking intimacy she shared with him, even though he didn’t even touch her. “When will I see you again, sir?”
His hands ran down my spine and I shivered.
“When my Pet wants you to,” he told her with a smile, and she nodded. Fucking never.
She turned on her heel and walked out of the room on very shaky legs. He didn’t go after her. Instead, he undid the belt around my wrists and prevented me from falling to the floor. He pulled me up on the bed and gathered me in his arms. His cum was still oozing from my pussy, but he didn’t seem to care I was getting it everywhere. He held me painfully close.
“Why was she here?” I asked him, and he kissed the top of my head.
“You’ll understand in time,” he promised.
“I want to understand now.”
“Such a fucking impatient Pet…” his fingers reached for my still hard nipples and he toyed with them, making me moan. “Just like she used to be.”
I twitched in his arms but he wouldn’t let me move.
“You’re not the first one,” he said against my hair. “You know that, obviously.”
“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” I choked out.
“I’m not eighteen, Pet,” he grinned against my hair. “I’m not some fucking teenager from your school. Of course there have been others.”
“But you didn’t fuck her this time,” I said. “Why didn’t you fuck her?”
He pulled on my hair gently.
“Because you didn’t want me to,” he said. “Because I didn’t want to.”
Relief flooded me.
“Why was she here, then?” I wanted to know.
“She was in a bad place,” he said. “She… she thought last time meant something. It was a fuck-up on my part.”
Hearing him admit that felt terrible, because it was for all the wrong reasons.
“So you thought it would make her feel better to make her watch you fuck another girl?” I asked. “Questionable logic that.”