Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I don’t know why the fuck I am letting a man I literally don’t know take control of my body even though I spent the whole morning telling anyone who would listen that I don’t want to be taken by a man.
Adrenaline. Knowing it’s wrong. Desires that I’ve kept to myself for far too long.
There’s three reasons, I guess.
There’s also the pure intense chemistry between us. My wildness, his hero nature, the fact that he seems to get something about me that I never even thought about myself…
He spanks me again. Hard.
Hard enough to make me yelp.
He turns and locks the door to the supply closet. I didn’t know there was a lock on it.
He wraps his hand around my mouth, he pins me against the back racking, and he smacks my ass hard over and over until tears squeeze from my eyes. I would never let anybody do this to me. But he is holding me and he is murmuring soft words in my ear and every time one of those hard slaps lands, it comes with a side of praise.
“Little girl doesn’t like to follow the rules because she hopes someone will stop her and make her obey,” he purrs in my ear, palming my bare cheeks.
Stranger! My brain keeps screaming. You don’t really know him!
But there are stronger instincts at play now. I want him. I need release. And unlike most men I encounter, I don’t think this guy is trying to claim me for marriage. He is responding to me, to my needs in this moment. He’s not asking me about a fucking dowry, or trying to take me to a meal I don’t want to have in a room full of people I’d rather not deal with.
“Are you going to be good for me?” Another one of those super hard slaps lands and I moan into his hand.
He slides his fingers down over my burning ass and slides two fingers inside me, spreading me open. He makes an animal sound, and the next thing I am aware of, his fingers are sliding back out of me and the head of his cock is gliding along my slit.
It’s going to happen. I’m going to let him fuck me. My hips arch back and my legs spread and none of those motions have anything to do with me, but my body does them anyway.
“You have to pull out,” I say, my voice muffled by his hand.
“I haven’t even filled you yet,” he says, the bare head of his cock pressed up against my soft lips. “Tell me what you want when I am inside you.”
I’ve never had sex before. Maybe I should mention that to him, maybe…
Oh, fuck, he’s filling me up. I had no idea this is how it felt to have a man inside me. I didn’t know it stung a little and felt all tight and then… oh, my gods, how big is he? I am stretching deeper and wider than I thought possible. I hold my breath for a moment, and as I do, I feel another sharp slap land on my ass.
“Breathe,” he growls in my ear.
I take in a rasping breath.
“Is this hurting, baby? It’s not supposed to. Not the spanking, I mean, my cock.”
“Uhm, maybe?”
He stills his hips inside me and runs his hands down my arms before lifting them above my head and pinning them against the top of the rack with one hand.
“How long has it been since you had sex?”
“Oh. Uhm. I guess…” I stammer for a moment. “Forever?”
He gets even more still, but it doesn’t matter if he’s moving his body or not, because his cock is throbbing deep inside my freshly deflowered pussy. The tightness is starting to go away, and the sharpness I felt is melting into a delicious kind of heat. I grind my hips and he growls and puts both hands on my hips to make me be still as well.
“You’re a virgin,” he says. “And you decided to part with your innocence with me in a supply closet?”
“Good a time as any,” I whimper back, trying to sound unbothered all the while I am coming the fuck apart.
He starts to pull out, and I panic.
“Please,” I whine.
He pauses, then continues to draw out, but surges back in reassuringly almost right away.
“How old are you, Muffy?”
“Almost twenty,” I moan.
He makes a sound under his breath. I don’t think it is aimed at me. I think it’s at himself. He’s deflowering a teenager in a closet in a hospital. Not very clean cut and heroic of him, is it.
“I don’t want to use you and…”
Oh, gods, please no, don’t start talking and make this all real, I beg inside my head. The words that come out of my mouth are much blunter:
“Just fuck me.”