Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Daddy!” I pant. “Oh my god, I’m going to… Daddy!”
But Trevor wants me to scream. He slides two fingers into me, slow at first, then faster, curling them until I feel like I’m being pulled apart. The sensation is electric—pain and pleasure together, tight and consuming. He finds a rhythm, fingers thrusting in and out, tongue working my clit at the same time, until my vision goes black at the edges.
“Ahh!” I shriek as pleasure surges through my veins. “Mmm!”
The climax is so powerful that I lose all sense of time. My body contracts, legs kicking, heels digging into the mattress. I might actually scream his name, but I can’t hear myself. There’s only the wet sound of his mouth and the slow, brutal thrust of his hand.
“Yes, come for me, my little fuckdoll,” he groans. “Your cunt’s so fucking drenched and I know you want it. Come all over my face.”
But even as the tremors begin to subside, Trevor doesn’t stop. He keeps going, working me through the aftershocks, then slowing down until the sensation is almost too much, and I start to writhe away from him.
He pulls back, mouth and cheeks shiny with my female nectar, eyes glinting.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
But Trevor’s not done yet because he climbs over me, pins my wrists to the pillow, and lines himself up, the tip of his massive cock nudging my small entrance.
There’s no condom. He never even glanced at the box.
I look down, eyes panicked. “Trevor, shouldn’t we…?” But my words are cut off because he pushes in, slow at first. The head of his cock stretches me, and I feel every millimeter. I’m tight, embarrassingly so, and he has to work himself in with short, shallow thrusts. Each time he moves, he goes a little deeper, and the burn is exquisite.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You okay?” he says, voice low.
“Yes,” I whisper, and I mean it.
He moans, closing his eyes for a moment. “You’re so fucking small,” he bites out. “Goddamn, this cunt is tight.”
I swallow, blinking. The stretch burns, but am I not supposed to be tight? Was I supposed to loosen up before hand?
“I’m sorry,” I begin, lower lip trembling, but Trevor cuts me off with a deep kiss before pushing all the way in. I feel something break inside and my eyes fly open as pain sears my pelvis.
“Mmmph!” I shriek beneath his kiss. “Ummph!”
“You’re doing great,” he whispers against my lips, lifting up to stare into my eyes. “Your pussy’s so small, sweetheart, that it’s bound to hurt, but I swear, it gets better. Just give me time,” he coaxes. Then, he holds there, that massive cock jammed into my sweetness, and for a second we’re locked together, completely full and still.
Then he moves.
At first, it’s gentle but with each passing second, Trevor’s urgency grows.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Oh shit shit shit.”
Soon, he’s fucking me hard—harder than I imagined. Each thrust drives the breath out of my lungs, the bed slamming against the wall with every movement. His big hands are everywhere: on my throat, in my hair, squeezing my hips. He talks to me the whole time, a stream of filthy, possessive language:
“Such a good little fuckdoll.”
“This pussy was made for me.”
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
“Do you feel that? Do you feel how tight you are, sweetheart? How your cunt squeezes my dick like it was made for me?”
I nod, words gone. My whole body is on fire, my breasts aching as my pussy’s pummeled by that massive fuckshaft. I want to tell him to never stop.
He grinds against my clit with every thrust, and within seconds I’m coming again, this time even harder than before. My back arches, my nails rake down his spine, and I swear I nearly black out.
“Ohhh!” I scream. “Oh god!”
He follows me over the edge, groaning into my neck, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. The sensation is molten—heat and fullness and the dizzying knowledge that there’s no barrier, no protection, just us, raw and animal.
“Fuck!” my massive stepbrother roars, a conquering male animal as hot jizz shoots deep into my sweetest spot. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Suddenly, there’s a jolt downwards and I’m thrown as the bedframe cracks.
It’s not a small noise. It’s a gunshot—one of the legs gives out, sending us both sideways. We slam into the wall, the lamp tips over, and for a second, everything is chaos.
We freeze there, tangled in the sheets, the mattress tilted at a 30-degree angle, my hair in my face and his arm clamped around my waist like a seatbelt. He’s still deep inside and I pulse my pussy around him, just feeling that massive hardness inside.
Then I start to laugh. I can’t help it. The sound bubbles up, wild and breathless, and soon I’m wheezing, tears running down my cheeks.