Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“I’m going inside of you, baby. You’re the most perfect, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I’m claiming all of you. Your cherry is mine, but more than that, your sweet, virgin cunt is going to take me raw. All of me. For all of you.”
A flutter of new pleasure bolts through me and I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster, the car chugging toward the top of the tallest peak, the ride surging forward; there’s no stopping, no getting off. It’s too late as your belly flips and the ultimate free fall awaits just in front of you.
He braces his arms on the sides of my body, leaning down for his mouth to consume mine. I taste myself on him as he feeds me his tongue and the tension builds inside of me again. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted him. My body is desperate to feel him pushing inside me, and his enormous weight on top of me gives me that wonderful, dangerous, helpless feeling, like he could do anything he wanted to me and I would not be able to stop him.
But even as the forbidden fantasy tantalizes me, somehow he feels like home. Like I’ve finally found the person, not the place, that gives me roots. Something I’ve never had.
Our tongues lash and twist together. He’s demanding in his kiss, aggressive and unapologetic, as he centers his weight on top of me then pulls back, looking into my soul with eyes I remember from my dreams.
“You filled my mouth with your honey, little one. That made Daddy very happy. Now you’re going to have to be brave, you’re going to make me happy again. My cock is going inside that tight little hole of yours and I’m not sure I’ll be able to go slow.”
There’s pain in his eyes, his face looks twisted and conflicted as the tendons in his neck stand out.
I draw a sharp breath as he reaches down and the first brush of his cock is at my entrance. He shifts, hands behind my knees, pushing my legs upward, wide, wider, as he struggles to get his massive form into position.
“Daddy loves you.” His words stab into places I’ve kept hidden for so long as his shaft stabs into my virginity, a blaze of emotions engulfing me along with the pain of his entry. “Fuck, baby. Jesus, I’m sorry. You teased me too much. I can’t stop. Daddy loves you.”
He says it again as I scream his name and he rips through my resistance. Arrows of white-hot pain spear outward in every direction as his forest-green eyes control mine with a look of such power and reverence I feel like a priceless treasure, sent here as an offering to a devil.
The pain is buckling inside of me as he holds my legs wide and he strains to push forward. I don’t know what to do with my hands for a moment, finally bringing them to rest on his jaw.
I feel the hard flex of the muscle, the vibration as he grinds his teeth together, and I’ve never wanted to please someone as much as I do right now.
“Fuck me,” I bite out, surprising myself with the filthy request. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Make me yours, all yours. Your special girl, always and forever.”
“Fuck, baby.” His hips drive forward on a grimace. “You are so perfect. I can’t stop…fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He drops his head into the nape of my neck, hot breaths and low growls mixing against my flesh as pain darts into my core and I take another thrust. Then another and another, until sobs are caught in my chest and I reach down to grip my legs behind the knees, giving all of myself over to him even as the pain drives the air from my lungs.
Merrick’s hands slip between the bedding and my back, engulfing me in an embrace, pressing our bodies together as his flesh moves against mine. The wet sounds of our bodies moving together fill my ears as the sweet scent of sweat and sex tickle my nose and the binding feels complete.
His body covers me, his cock filling me as his arms clutch at my soft flesh, and I feel like I am part of him. I’m no longer me, I’m an extension of this man and I never want this moment to end.
I feel utterly, completely, primally owned by him. I feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced as he strokes his thick manhood in and out of me, grunting and cursing into my ear the most wondrous and filthy things, and before I know it, I’m pushed to the edge.
“The first time I saw you, I became someone else.” He pushes up, breathing the words into the air between us as he thrusts, filling me with him. “When you danced and looked at me, I wanted everything from you. Everything with you.”