Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
“This isn’t over, babygirl,” he rasped, voice still distorted, still deadly. “Run home. Lock every door. Pretend you’re safe. I’ll be inside before you stop shaking.”
He released me, and my knees buckled. I slid down the wall into a puddle, panties a destroyed mess on the ground, pants around my ankles, his cum still leaking in slow pulses from my swollen cunt.
By the time I dragged myself upright, my teeth were chattering and he was gone, swallowed by the dark.
I was crying, and high all in the same breath. Finally, I stood, righting my jeans, and stumbled home, every step a messy reminder of what had just happened to me, every heartbeat echoing his promise.
Because I knew he wasn’t done.
2
The next night, he broke in through my window like my worst nightmare—or the fantasy I’d begged for.
I’d left it cracked six inches, just enough for the summer air to drift in and cool the sweat on my skin. That was the lie I told myself while I stripped for the shower, heart already racing.
Truth was, I’d been wet since I’d woken up that morning, thighs slippery every time I remembered the alley, the brick scraping my cheek, and the way he’d flooded me and left me leaking his cum all the way home.
I was sore everywhere, and a sick and twisted part of me wanted my pussy to be even more sore with the after-effects of his raw and hard fucking.
The bathroom was thick with steam; the mirror was fogged solid. The hot water cascaded over me as I braced one hand against the tile and two fingers buried knuckle-deep in my cunt, thumb grinding my clit in frantic circles.
I was so close, whimpering at the thought of him and what he looked like naked and without the mask. But the mask turned me on even more.
Filthy, broken sounds ripped from my throat and echoed off the walls. I used my other hand to pinch and twist my nipple, chasing that brutal memory of teeth and pain and ownership.
It was the sound of the door easing open that had me freezing, fingers still lodged inside myself, water pounding my back like a second heartbeat. The shower curtain parted, and through the curtain of steam, the skull appeared, matte black, expression ominous.
Without saying a damn thing, he stripped, showcasing hard muscles, a defined physique, and an aura that screamed alpha male. His cock was already standing erect, the slit glossy with pre-cum
He stepped fully into the shower, looking like a dark god dragged up from hell.
My knees almost gave out right there.
I hadn’t moved, still facing the shower wall, fingers still fucking my pussy.
He didn’t speak. Just stared at me through those hollow sockets while the shower turned him into a living shadow.
I should have screamed.
Instead, my cunt clenched hard around my fingers, and I came with a choked sob, hips jerking, pussy juices gushing over my hand and down my thighs, washed away instantly by the water.
One massive hand wrapped around my throat from behind, pinning me face-first to the cold tile. My nipples scraped ceramic so hard they throbbed. His other foot kicked my legs wide until I was spread obscenely, water sluicing between my ass cheeks, over my swollen pussy lips.
“Miss me, slut?” His voice was pure gravel and sin.
I couldn’t answer. The only sound I could make was a desperate, wet moan that escaped me as he ground himself forward. The ridge of his cock dragged between my ass cheeks, thick and merciless. Could feel every vein. Could feel hardness, how huge he was.
I remembered how much he’d stretched me.
He slapped his cock against the small of my back. Then he notched the fat head at my pussy entrance and slammed home in one brutal stroke.
No warning. No mercy.
The stretch stole my breath, burned so good I screamed into the tile. He bottomed out instantly, balls pressed tight to my clit, cock consuming every inch of me. Water pounded over us as he started fucking me standing up, one arm banded under my breasts to hold me in place, the other hand wrapped around my neck, choking me just enough that black spots danced at the edges of my vision.
Every thrust lifted me onto my toes. My tits bounced painfully, nipples sliding across tile with every savage snap of his hips. He used me like a toy, like something built for his pleasure alone, grunting low behind the mask, hips pistoning, water splashing everywhere.
I came again almost immediately, pussy spasming around him squirting so hard it splashed his thighs. He didn’t slow just growled and fucked me through it, through the next climax until my legs were jelly and only his arm kept me upright.
Then he pulled out, spun me, and forced me onto my knees.
I hit the hard tile with a crack of pain that barely registered. Water streamed into my eyes, my mouth. He fisted my soaked hair in one hand, aimed that monstrous cock, slick with my cream and orgasm juices at my lips.