Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice content and victorious. “You’re mine now.”
I’m glowing like a superhero as he starts to thrust. Now would be a perfect time to “wake up,” turn to face him, and interact like a normal person. But I’m not normal. I’m in love with what we’re doing, so why would I want to change anything?
I fantasized about this, and now it’s happening.
I’m in heaven.
I keep my eyes closed and my face in the pillow as Parker fucks me, stretching me to his perfect fit with his fist-like erection. Somehow, he’s being rough and gentle at the same time. It’s like he’s still somehow doing his best not to wake me, despite pounding me harder and harder. Faster and faster. Deeper.
I’m aching for him to pull my hair. Choke me. Spank my ass.
But he can’t do that or he’ll break our illusion.
“You feel so fucking good…” Is he whispering to himself? Or does he know I can hear him?
I want to respond. Tell him he feels amazing too. I can already feel my climax beginning to bloom, like a field of flowers ready to open to the morning sun. My thighs are slick, and our legs make a naughty slapping sound with each thrust he digs into me. I’m fighting to keep my breaths under control, yet at the same time, I’m gasping for air as his shaft somehow thickens even more inside me. He leans down, and I feel his breath on my ear, sending an electric jolt up my spine. Ever so gently, he wraps his moist lips around my lobe, and that’s when it happens. I go off.
I let out a moan as my orgasm seizes me. I simply can’t contain myself any longer as my body jolts and quivers from head to toe.
I’m instantly lightheaded.
Parker rocks deep inside me. Such passion. Such strength. He growls, and I feel an intense spray that can only be one thing. His cum. He’s coming inside me without even asking. Without even preparing. And why wouldn’t he? After all, I belong to him now. We both know it.
His seed splashes into me, coating my walls. So hot and sticky and messy. It must be a massive load as I can already feel it spilling out of me as he ruts hard, bucking his hips down against my ass like he’s trying to embed me into the mattress.
We come together like something out of a sick and twisted fairy tale.
And then, to top it all off, he twists my face to his and kisses me.
His lips envelop mine, and without hesitation, he presses his tongue into my mouth. It’s like he wants to devour me. Eat up every little morsel of my being so no other man can ever have me. His embrace is so fierce with passion it’s frightening, and that only intensifies my release, skyrocketing me to a peak I never knew I could reach. His cock pulses a final time, filling me with his spend. Solidity begins to return to my head, and Parker delicately pulls back his kiss.
“Shhhh,” he whispers, sending a shiver through me.
And just like that, he pulls out of me, leaving me vacant and lost. Yearning for him to lie back down on top of me and fill me up again. And again. And again.
The sound of him zipping up his pants is like a jump-scare out of a scary movie. This time, I can’t hide my gasp. And despite knowing better, I open my eyes just in time to see him turn away from the bed and slip back out the window like a trained assassin.
My heart flutters and dances. This isn’t just a crush I have. I’ve lost it.
I want to scream at him to come back.
I push myself up on one elbow and see wet marks on my pillow. I reach up and touch my face and realize I’ve been crying. Tears of ecstasy. Of joy. Parker gave me everything I wanted and more. But why do I need this? Why don’t I just want it normal like every other girl?
“Come back…” I whimper, my sex throbbing in rhythm with my heart. Blissful aftershocks of the most important night of my life.
I collapse back into bed, clutching my pillow to my chest while I stare up at the ceiling, overwhelmed with giddiness. I smile and continue to cry.
Smiling and crying. Two things that don’t normally go together. Then again, neither do sleeping and sex. But that sure as hell worked out, didn’t it?
4
PARKER
I may be at work, but my mind is at Ali’s.
Last night was life-changing. I tried to restrain myself for as long as I could–be the nice normal man that I pretend to be here in Gatree–but in the end, the devil inside me won out. I took her. I claimed her as mine. I deflowered her ripe little virgin pussy, and when I felt her cherry break, it was like I’d somehow clawed my way into heaven.