Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I make a little sound that doesn’t make sense, and I wrap my legs instinctively around his hips, pulling him in deeper, because I need this now. He’s made me need it.
He fucks me. No. He ravages me. He breeds me. He makes me take his cock as deep and as hard as I can take it, though probably not as hard as he can give it.
He’s a monster, and we both know it. I feel his roughness shooting through me, excitement, fear, pleasure all intertwined as jolts of electricity zip through me, making my extremities tingle while my muscles contract, trying to work back against him. My entire body is doing nothing but trying to get his cum.
There’s no talking now. There’s just noises, grunts, growls, moans. There’s just the sound and feeling of my pussy being ruthlessly dominated over and over again. His cock is doing that thing. He’s growing inside me, getting thicker somehow. It’s not possible, but I can feel it.
“That’s right. You’re getting fucked hard, aren’t you. Your pussy is getting sore, isn’t it.” He leans down and murmurs the words in my heated ear, giving me some comfort and taking his own pleasure from it.
He pulls out of me, then pushes back in, even thicker now.
I whimper. It does ache. I’m not used to being taken this way. The last time he fucked me, I felt it for days. I’m still not quite back to normal. I’m being fucked roughly on top of being fucked roughly, and my pussy is starting to protest even though she wants his cum.
“Please,” I beg. “Just please. Fuck. Please.”
“Shhhh, baby,” he purrs. “You’re going to get to come. Don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you nice and deep, and I’m going to make you take my cock, and you’re going to be filled up just like you need to be. Now be a good girl and let me fuck you.”
He fucks me harder, rubbing my clit between his fingers, forcing me toward climax right as he follows it with deeper, harder, faster strokes that herald his own orgasm. He roars his climax as he shoots inside my bare pussy, filling me all the way up, giving me everything he says I need.
I come on his cock, obediently. I do as I am told and I shake and shiver and my pussy draws his seed as deep as it can go inside me, all the way to my womb.
Fuck.
What the hell am I doing?
“You’re such a good little fuck pet,” he praises, locked inside me. “You took that so nicely. All you needed was my cock, wasn’t it.”
I make another incoherent sound. I don’t know what to say. My brain feels as though it’s no longer functional. I know I can’t actually agree with him, but maybe that was what I needed. I feel a sense of calm I didn’t have before. I feel like I am floating with pleasure.
He pulls out of my pussy, stretching my tender lips on the way out. It really feels like he is so big he can barely get out of me. How does it do that? He reaches out and rubs the length of his fingers over my dripping pussy.
“No more research,” he says. “If I have to come back a third time, it won’t be in a way you enjoy. I promise you that.”
He pats my pussy, and then he leaves me satisfied, sore, and dripping his cum.
I hear his footsteps retreating toward the stairs, then going up them one step at a time. The door at the top opens, then closes again.
He’s gone.
I lie on my desk, in the dark, one hand down between my thighs, thinking about everything that just happened. I am aching with pleasure, and the seed from the stranger is sliding out of my pussy. I have allowed myself to be ravaged for a second time by a shadowy stalker.
I think about his warning.
I think about all the terrible, painful things he will do to me if I do not do as he says and stop my research.
And then I get back to work.
CHAPTER 3
Calista
Days pass, and my research only starts to yield even better results. The cursed-children-of-the-wild angle is bearing fruit. It’s not a term I’d heard before. I’m always surprised as to how there’s always something new to learn even after years of looking. This is how people devote their lifetimes to things. This is how doctorates and then… there should probably be something called a super doctorate. Is there? I don’t know. If there was, I would have a super doctorate in werewolves. Except for the fact I really don’t think I know much about them at all.
I have everything pinned up on the boards in my office. I’ve even drawn a little logo type thing to signify cursed children of the wild. If my stalker wants to come back and fuck me again, he’s welcome to.