Black Promises – Blackwoods College Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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I was soaking wet and his shaft dripped with my saliva. I was afraid, but I wanted this more than I ever thought I would. I felt him press against me, and let out an irrational, impossible moan as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, pressed himself inside.

I gasped and arched my back. He was right—there was pain. Sharp and dull all at once, his thick cock spread me wide open and filled me deep. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and he moved back, then inside again, and with each thrust, the pain lessened ever so slightly, replaced by a strange feeling, a wild pleasure I never thought possible.

“Jarrod,” I whispered as he began to fuck me faster. “Oh my god, Jarrod.”

“You feel like heaven. I knew you would, little freak. You’re tight and wet and you love it already, don’t you? My baby girl, you want to get fucked by me, over and over again.” He pinned my hands up above my head. “You’re not a virgin anymore. You’re mine.”

I writhed my hips. Pleasure, pain, desire, it all mixed and drove me insane as he took me, moving faster, fucking me deeper. I was happy I waited, happy it never worked out with anyone else before—because Jarrod now owned me, body and soul, mind and heart together. I was his, all his, only his, for tonight at least.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, driving him deeper. I didn’t know I could take something so massive inside my body, and had no clue it could feel so incredible. He pinned my hands and bit my shoulder, licked my nipples and bit them too, teased me and made me gasp, and I rolled my hips, bucking my clit against him, letting ecstasy splash into my mind. I moaned and whispered his name, chanted and sang it, as he fucked me and looked at me like I was his angel, his goddess, everything he’d ever desired and more.

I didn’t think I could come—but I felt it building between my legs like a hurricane. I gasped, panted, and he fucked me faster, faster, filling me up. “Keep going,” I commanded, not sure where that even came from. I was quiet, shy, I kept to myself, I didn’t tell a monster like Jarrod what to do—“Keep fucking me.”

He let out a soft grunt of satisfaction and moved in time to my hips. I pushed and pushed and took him, deeper, harder, and oh, god, I don’t know what spilled from my mouth, but Jarrod spoke back, told me how glorious I looked, how I glowed, how I made his cock so stiff he thought he might tear through me. I gasped, arched my back, and it was there, right there, the orgasm I’d always wanted, and it exploded down his shaft as I came in bright lights. My vision turned into fragments and I was crying like an idiot as I came, all control completely gone, I surrendered to him and gave him what he wanted. I was bliss, heavenly bliss, otherworldly and incredible, as he didn’t stop, didn’t slow, he fucked me like the dirty girl I was, fucked me harder, fucked me faster, until his orgasm burst inside of me like a bomb, and I gasped as I felt him fill me.

We collapsed together on the bed. I was sweating—how the hell did I start sweating?—and he wrapped his arms around my body, hugging me close. He breathed in my scent, and my pussy ached, my legs ached, but my head swam with a lingering orgasm.

“I didn’t expect that,” I said, giddy and stupid.

He grinned and kissed my neck. “I did.”

“What do we do now?”

He reached down between my legs. His fingers came back slick with red. “We’ll clean up. Then I’ll teach you some things.”

I burned crimson. “Oh my god.”

“Don’t start apologizing.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Stop.” He kissed me gently. “This isn’t some fucking fairy tale. People fuck and curse and bleed. You’re perfect.”

I groaned as he held me. After a while, I washed up in the small bathroom while he changed the sheets. When I came out, I felt shy, exposed—

Until he pinned me down on the couch and licked my pussy until I came in his mouth again.

I laughed, stupid and dizzy. He grinned at me, stroking his hard cock.

“I wasn’t lying, freak,” he said, admiring my body. I loved the way he looked at me. “You’re mine tonight, and don’t expect me to get my fill.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Now, come here.” He stood and gestured. I got down on my knees before him and took his cock into my mouth. “That’s a good girl.”

Hands behind my back, pussy dripping, head churning, feeling giddy and alive, I sucked his cock fast and deep and made him moan.

I never imagined feeling comfortable in my own body like this, let alone comfortable with a man looking at me, touching me, gazing at my nipples and legs and ass. But with Jarrod, it was natural, like I should’ve always been naked with him—and always would, if it meant he’d do the filthy, depraved things I truly, truly wanted.



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