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)
“God,” he mutters. “You were pure.”
I try to say something smart, but all that comes out is a soft sob.
His fingers grip my chin and turn my head up to him. His cock is deep inside me, and I feel my pussy gripping him, muscles I’ve never realized I had before suddenly being used.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you’d stop?”
I don’t answer him. I won’t. I can’t. There’s nothing sensible about this encounter. This feels like it is happening outside of reality. It’s another one of those things that after it is done, it will feel like it never happened at all, though it will leave its mark on me forever.
He moves inside me and my response is a moan. He’s a monster, and I am having my first sexual experience with him. I am in danger, and somehow I am safer for it. My pussy is starting to relax now. It’s not as tight and it doesn’t hurt as much as it did.
“Be a good girl,” he murmurs softly, giving up on waiting for me to answer his questions. “Take my cock. That’s good, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you,” I curse, feeling my face flush with heat.
He bumps his hips up against mine, settling the length of his cock deep inside me.
“I’m not the one getting fucked,” he reminds me. “You’re the one having her pussy used by a stranger, aren’t you?”
He draws slowly out of me and thrusts back in firmly. “You’re the one who is wet for the fucking she says she doesn’t want.”
I never said I didn’t want it, but I am not going to correct him on that. I stop thinking and just start feeling. I hold onto his tattooed biceps for stability as he keeps fucking me with those long, slow strokes. He smells like animal sex, and now so do I.
But his words rankle. He’s doing this to try to stop me from my mission, and I won’t be stopped. I don’t see how the hell this was ever going to make me not do what I want. I am experiencing repeated pulses of pleasure that run through my entire body, making every bit of me tingle. I always assumed sex would be good, but I never knew it would be this good. Even the initial pain I felt when he pushed inside me has somehow become part of the goodness. There’s not really pain anymore. There’s just all the feelings and they’re getting more and more intense every time his thick, hot cock slides inside me and my clit grinds back against his pubic bone. Pressed against the door, I writhe on him, every little bit of movement helping me feel even better.
“You can’t stop me with sex.”
“I can dominate your little fucking holes,” he growls in my ear, making me clench tight around his cock, proving him right in the moment. “And I can teach you a lesson about sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”
He fucks me long and hard up against the office door, gripping my bare ass in both hands to keep me in place and angle my hips so I can take his cock properly.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me? Are you going to stop looking into these silly stories?”
“No,” I moan.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
He pulls out before I can come, and before he can.
The cry I let out is louder than the one I emitted when he first entered me. I feel empty and bereft. I am dripping with desire. I want him to finish what he started. But I can’t exactly ask, can I? He was ravaging me, he was taking me against my will. If I ask him to keep fucking me, then I’m…
“I’m not going to let you come on my cock if you won’t do as you’re told,” he says. “But I will teach you a lesson in doing as you’re told. That’s what you want to know about, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“You want to know how wolves live. Their rules. What their world is like.”
“Uhm. Yes.” I feel a bit ashamed admitting that, but I won’t lie. Obviously this man knows something. He’s trying to warn me off because he doesn’t want it getting out, fucking big muscly tattooed gatekeeper.
My eyes keep darting between the blue of his eyes behind his mask, and the thickness of his cock down below. He’s still so big and so hard. I can hardly believe he fit inside me. No wonder there is this hot ache between my legs.
“Hungry little thing,” he rumbles, sounding pleased.
He reaches out and pulls me up close to him again, letting me feel his cock against my pussy, but not giving me the satisfaction of being fucked again. I hate that he’s trying to mess with me, forcing himself inside me, then making me crave his cock. My pussy is already aching from his rutting, but I need more.