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)
His cock feels bigger. And bigger. It feels better too, deeper, and harder and…
“Fuck,” he curses, almost like he’s done something he didn’t mean to. “Fuck.”
I feel him try to pull out, but he can’t. It’s like he’s too big.
“Looks like you are going to be taking a pussy full of cum,” he says, his breathing ragged, but his tone somewhat resigned, like he didn’t mean to do this, but now there’s no choice.
“No, don’t come inside me. I’m not on birth control. I’ve never had sex before.”
“Too late,” he growls, fastening his teeth on the back of my neck, holding me in place as he pushes deeper into me. I feel the roar of satisfaction resonating through my body, deep down my spine, and then he comes, his seed filling me up with every jerk of his hips.
I cry out as a little sliver of sense forces its way through my fuck-hazed mind.
“You idiot,” I gasp. “I can’t believe you did that. I can’t…”
“Shhh,” he says, pulling me back from the desk so he can get his fingers on my clit. His cock is still thick inside me as he starts playing with my clitoris, rubbing in firm circles that make my hips jerk and press back against him.
“That’s right,” he says. “You’re being bred, aren’t you? You wanted to be fucked and now you’ve been fucked properly, the way you deserve to be.”
I come.
I orgasm so hard I feel every major muscle group in my body shake and tremble uncontrollably. If it weren’t for the desk, I’d fall over. His fingers work my pussy like he knows my body intimately, like nothing about me is a mystery of any kind. My body reacts like it knows him too, like he has the right to do this to me and not only is there nothing I can do about it, but there’s also nothing I want to do about it.
I just sink into his touch, submit to the pleasure he is giving me. I writhe and wail and I let him force orgasm after orgasm through me, because he is not done with the first one. As soon as I have stopped shaking from the first, he spanks my pussy and then starts stimulating me all over again, pushing his cock deeper inside me, reminding me that I am filled with his seed and being claimed so fucking completely I don’t think any other man will ever compare.
It takes a few minutes for me to recover my senses, and for him to slide out of me, leaving my pussy empty and dripping his cum. I can’t believe he fucking did that.
He bred me.
He didn’t just have sex with me. He… I can’t even think about it. I do some quick math and figure it’s probably okay, but still. Fuck.
I push myself up from my desk, my ass and pussy both aching. I am trembling from the aftermath of the intensity of the experience, dizzy, weak, but also ready to assert myself, because everything that just happened, happened for one reason: to break me.
Orgasm breaks the spell, I learn.
I have a kind of clarity that leaves me cold, concerned, and absolutely horrified as to what I just let myself do. I point at the door, my finger shaking slightly.
“Get out of my office. Now.”
“Drop the story, Calista, or I will be back, and you’ll be bred again.”
“Get out.”
He leaves. I’m almost surprised that he goes so easily. Surprised, or sad. Hard to say. I don’t want to want him, but apparently my instincts and desires are diverging aggressively
I sit down at my desk, then stand up again swiftly as my ass ignites with sting and pain.
“Fuck!” I curse to myself, thoroughly annoyed and still kind of turned on.
“Fuck!”
CHAPTER 2
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That did not go as planned. I thought for sure she would capitulate. Most people do when confronted with a beast twice their size who knows what they’ve been up to and threatens their lives.
She was such a pretty little thing, her pink pussy working so hard to take my cock. I can still remember her scent, and the way she sounded, how soft she was, how my fingers sank into her ass when I pulled her onto my cock—and how bright, deep red her cheeks got after I punished her with my belt.
She’s so much more than another annoying little journalist looking for a weird story. She feels like she was made for me. Made for my cock, for my hands. Fuck. Maybe even for my heart.
This is not how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to scare her. Wasn’t even supposed to actually fuck her, but when I mentioned it and the air filled with desire, what was I going to do? It was all instinct from that point on. From both of us.