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284 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 4, 2020
“Ohhh, Eric. I’m close. Oh, more. Harder.” “No, not harder. Don’t want to hurt you.” “Hurt me. I like it. I like being hurt.” “No. Don’t want to hurt you.” “But I need it. I need the hurt and pain. “Please,” I beg. “More. Harder.” I press my ass against him and fuck him myself. “Do I need to do it myself?” I growl, and I guess talking back earns me a smack across the ass because my left cheek is on fire from the slap. “Mouthy.” He bites the flesh of my shoulder and picks up the pace, fucking my ass so hard, it hurts, burns, and yet I can’t get enough. “More.” I don’t know why I’m begging for more. He’s being relentless. His fingers fuck inside my pussy once more, and my body tightens. Yes! I wanted another hole filled by him. “You like this? Holes filled? I’ll need to find something for that goddamn mouth. Maybe I’ll get a gag; would you like that? Would you like moaning and drooling, unable to speak,” he teases, biting my earlobe, and then he lays a hand across my mouth. “Go ahead, scream, babe. Scream as loud as you can as I fill this ass with my cum, but you won’t be able to get as loud as you want to let everyone know what I’m doing to you.” I mumble against his palm and sneer at him with attitude, but he’s right. I do like it. I want everyone to know how good he makes me feel, and he’s denying me. I feel him everywhere, and when his fingers curl inside me again, sliding against his cock that’s fucking my ass, it’s all I can handle. I toss my head back and rest against his shoulder, and my stomach drops as my orgasm threatens. He’s a rollercoaster that takes me higher, higher, and higher, until I can’t see the ground, and when I peak and fall over the edge, I’m flying. “Yeah, baby, milk my cock. I feel it. I feel you. Come for me. Come,” he orders, plundering me with his girth. I know I won’t be able to sit for a week.
"Now tell me you love me......"
'God left me a long time,"
"I'm changing. I'm learning to accept love."
The last thing I’d want to do is tear apart our sutures.
One mistake.
That’s all it’s going to take.
And we will never heal.