Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
The steam clung thick to us, water running over both our bodies, washing heat into heat.
His cock drove into me with a rhythm that was savage and menacingly desperate, his pierced head dragging fire along my walls with every retreat, pounding harder with every return.
“Oh! Yes!” My voice was hoarse as I dug my nails into his back. “Yes! Fuck me, God, yes—”
“Oh, Tora!”
I rocked with him, hips bucking, thighs clinging, surrendering to every brutal stroke. My moans bounced off the shower walls, my breath tore ragged as he groaned louder, angrier, more undone with every thrust.
Then. . .he pulled out and loudly groaned. “Fuck!!!”
“Ahhh!” I shrieked, the emptiness within my pussy was a violent wound, and before I could even comprehend it and beg for him to come back, his hand was around my throat.
What?!
I widened my eyes as my breath vanished.
He’s choking me. . .
His strong hand was a vice grip around my neck.
I froze in horror.
Wild and full of lust, he stared at me.
Water streaked down his tattooed chest and arms. My pulse pounded against the vise of his grip.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
And then. . .he let go.
Air rushed into me in one desperate gasp. I coughed, moaned, shuddered, clutching him tighter as he leaned close, his lips dragging fire across my ear. “Do you like that?”
Still grasping at breaths, I panted. “Y-yes.”
“I would give you a safeword,” he pecked at my bottom lip. “But right now. . .I’m too far gone to be safe with you.”
What?!
And then he slammed his cock back inside me.
Hard.
Deep.
Ruthless.
“Ohhh God!” My voice echoed against tile as his cock split my pussy apart.
His pace was relentless.
A savage rhythm between punishment and bliss, his cock slamming into me like thunder, his body crashing down like a storm I couldn’t outrun. Every thrust split me wider, deeper, dragging the sweet burn of his piercing across my walls, a constant friction that made me sob and moan at the same time.
It hurt.
God, it hurt.
The sharp stretch, the bruising pace, the raw ache building between my thighs—it all should’ve broken me.
But then came the pleasure.
Dark.
Twisted.
Holy.
The sting of his thrusts blurred into sweetness.
Every violent slam ricocheted into my clit.
Every grind sparked lightning through my belly.
Ravishing pain bled into hot ecstasy until I didn’t know which one I was crying for, only that my pussy choked around his cock like it needed this brutal agony to live.
My head fell back against the stone, mouth open in a silent scream as heat coiled tighter, tighter—so close, so dangerously close to snapping.
My orgasm hovered at the edge, clawing for release.
So fierce.
So desperate.
So ready to end it all for that explosion of ecstasy.
And right when I thought it couldn’t get any better, couldn’t get any darker—his hand tightened on my throat again.
Oh!
The air vanished.
There was no more oxygen.
The world spun.
And oh God—this feeling.
Terror and bliss crashing together, the dizzying loss of breath while his cock ravaged me deeper, harder, like he was fucking the air right out of my lungs.
The lack of oxygen sharpened every sensation—his piercing dragging fire inside me, his hips pounding me to ruin, his cock owning every nerve, the deranged lust blazing in his eyes.
I convulsed.
My body shook violently.
My muscles spasmed in helpless pleasure.
My pussy clamped down around his cock in frantic, shameful flutters, begging, milking, so addicted already.
It was too much.
It was everything.
His cock, his grip, his hunger—they didn’t just fuck me.
They rewrote me.
And then, with a guttural groan, he released my throat again.
Air slammed back into my lungs at the same moment he pulled his cock out, leaving me gasping, trembling, and sobbing at the loss.
“Fuck!” His voice cracked through the steam. “Fuck!”
Air seared my lungs as I gasped in the shower spray, my chest heaving.
And. . .if someone had asked me what my name was in that moment. . .I wasn’t sure I would have an answer. That was how far he’d taken me.
I blinked, trying to gather thoughts.
He kissed me—wild, crushing, wet—and I tasted my blood on his tongue.
It had my head spinning even more, spiraling in lust.
“I don’t want to cum, Tora,” he groaned against my mouth. “I fucking want to hurt you for hours, but your pussy is so wet, so tight, so fucking good. My cock. . .God, my cock is so ready.”
I grabbed his face, panting, trembling, body broken wide open. “Cum in me.”
“I’ll cum, Tora.” He groaned, feral, demented, and shattered. “But, not until you cum first.”
And then his cock was inside me again.
Driving.
Pumping.
Every thrust harder.
Every pierced stroke burning my walls raw.
Every slam a brand.
His hand clamped my throat again, stealing my breath, dragging me deeper into erotic oblivion as his cock filled me to ruin.
Water streamed down us.
Helpless and fully surrendered, I rocked with him, not even trying to struggle for oxygen.
Dear God, I trusted him. I knew he would let go when I needed him to. Knew I was safe in his hold, even if he fucked me to the breaking point.