Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I’ve used my fingers, and while it feels good to rub my prostate, I know it won’t be the same as taking dick, and I’m so fucking hungry for it. That’s why I’m here, in this house, with this man who held a fucking gun to my head.
Because I’m hungry for it from him.
Shai kicks open my legs, pressing the tip of a finger against my rim. “Now I get to take my prize,” he says, pushing inside. “Fuck…this is a tight little hole. It’s gonna feel so good to get your cherry.”
I push back against him, my dick hard and leaking. It’s not even the finger inside me that feels especially good yet, though I like the sensation of him sliding it in and out. It’s the mind game. The side of me that knew when I looked into his blue eyes, his face hidden by the mask, that one day I would have him. The side of me that’s just not right, the one who wanted this man I can’t trust to hunt and fuck me. All that turns me on, the shit in my head more powerful than the actual feeling yet.
“I’m bored,” I tell him, pushing back against him.
“I have to work you open. You’ve never done this before.”
“All I asked you to do is fuck me,” I argue.
“I’m not hurting you. Just be patient. I promise it will be worth it.”
He pushes another slick finger inside me, fucking me with them, twisting and turning them inside me. It’s different, the full feeling I get, the stretch of muscles that aren’t typically stretched this way.
His left arm wraps around my body, pushing my shirt out of the way. I rip open the buttons, throwing it to the floor, not wanting anything to get in the way of the pleasure I’m chasing.
Shai wraps a hand around my dick, stroking while he finger-fucks me. I’m not sure yet how I feel being on the other side of it. I’m used to being the one to do this to someone else, but my body is responding in all the right ways.
“That’s it. Take my fingers. Let me work open your little cherry for my dick. I caught you, and now I get to do whatever I want to you.” He plays with my balls now, still fingering me.
“I let you catch me.”
“I could have caught you long before if I’d wanted to.”
“You’re taking too long. You say you captured me. Fucking prove it. Take what you say you earned before I turn you around and fuck you instead.”
He growls in response, works three fingers into me. I can’t hold back the groan, fighting against the moment of discomfort, knowing I need to relax and let him work me open.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me. You let me work three fingers up your ass.”
Those words do something weird to my brain, make it feel like it’s short-circuiting.
My body is already adjusting to him. I’d started to go soft a little, but the pleasure is building again now, my pet stroking me and stretching me back to life.
“God, it’s going to feel so good to fuck a Mafia prince,” he says, mouth close to my ear.
He pulls his fingers out of me, and I curse. “Show me you deserve it,” I taunt.
Shai rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth. I turn slightly so I can see him roll it down his cock, and he was telling the truth. He’s fucking thick. He wasn’t lying about being pierced either. He’s got a barbell through his glans.
“Jesus.”
“You like it?” he asks, before it disappears beneath the condom.
“Does it feel good when you fuck?”
“Hell yes. Plus, it makes me look sexy.” He uses the lube to slick up his condom-covered shaft. “Bend over, Cherry. Let me have that tight virgin hole.”
My dick twitches again, precum running down my shaft. I’m so fucking feral for this, craving it so goddamned much, that I do as he says.
Shai holds the base of his shaft, leans forward, and presses against my rim.
“Fuck,” I grit out, trying not to show my discomfort. I know it has to get better. I know I want this. I just have to let my body ease into it.
Shai pushes forward agonizingly slow, my ass tightening up on reflex.
“Come on, you can take me. I know you want it. You’ve got a hungry little ass. You just have to open up for me. You can do this.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to shut the fuck up. I don’t need someone talking me through sex. Hell, I don’t need someone encouraging me through anything. But something about his words relaxes me, makes my dick start hardening more again.
“That’s it, you crazy motherfucker. You’re loosening up for me. By the time I pay you back, you’ll be so good at taking my cock.” With each word, each stroke of his hand on my shaft, my body relaxes more and more. The pain and discomfort ease as I adjust to this thing we’re both craving.