Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Pain slices through me as he splits me open, my entire body convulsing around the discomfort.
I bite down on my lip to stall the moan threatening to burst from my throat as he slams the entirety of his dick inside me.
“Fuck, that’s good. I might just have to keep you. This pussy is fucking Christmas magic, Cindy Lou.”
Sparks fly through my vision as I claw at his forearms, dragging my nails down the hard muscle as I look up and watch the Grinch fucking me, just like in my dirty fantasies.
How could this be happening? I have a stranger’s green dick inside me, his core driving forward, burying himself to the hilt as my walls clamp and quiver, his grunts echoing in the silence of the empty room.
My hips shift and rise, his thickness impaling me, rearranging my insides to accommodate him.
His muscles ripple as he moves, sliding in and out now as I bite back the sob.
The shame pools hotter than any Christmas fire in my gut as an orgasm threatens to punch through the last of my restraint.
As his pace picks up, his balls slap my ass, and he takes full advantage of my welcoming body.
He growls, the green mask distorting around his grimace. “You’re dripping down my fucking balls? Your tight little hole’s begging for this, Cindy Lou.” His hips piston harder, fingers bruising my ass as he uses me like a blow-up doll. “You should be terrified, little girl, but here you are, creaming on my dick like a porn star.”
I turn away, but one hand comes up to force my chin to face forward.
“Look at me,” he growls. “This ain’t about force. You like being owned. Your mouth says no, but that wet little cunt screams yes. You have ten seconds to come, or our deal is off.”
“No,” I grit out, but his thumb’s already swiping my clit in tight circles. My back bows off the bed when he adds a pinch, hard enough to sting.
“You’re so close, clamping down like a fucking vice little girl, wanting me to stay longer. I’m gonna start counting, you don’t give me what I want like you promised, I’m not promising I’ll keep my end of the bargain.” His words are stiff and cold. “Ten.”
My head throbs as I watch his abs tighten, each one perfectly separated by a valley of flesh. He’s thrusting into me, over and over. His chest and stomach muscles bunching. The wickedness between my legs pulls at him as he pumps harder, harder.
“Nine. Eight—”
“God, please.” The plea breaks like glass as I beg for mercy. “Don’t make me. Just do what you want, but don’t… Don’t make me do that.”
“You know you want it. I read your dirty little story. I’m making all your dreams come true, so stop acting like a prissy little cock tease who isn’t getting exactly what she asked for. You like having special time with your Grinch daddy late at night, all our secrets tucked away in the darkness, so the whole town doesn’t see how little Cindy Lou parades herself out in her nightgown on Christmas Eve, to make the Grinch fuck her like a filthy slut.”
He hoists my hips higher as the last numbers count down, but he doesn’t need to get to one. I’m already leaving the Earth, headed for the black hole of dark lust that has me by the throat, my screams hitting the ceiling and bouncing around the room as his rough laugh teases me and his cock bottoms out.
He fucks harder, faster, deeper as my climax rocks my hips, tugging at his shaft, drawing more, more, more as this feral intruder in a Grinch mask makes me come harder than any toy ever has. For a split second, I think about the baby, giving me the strength to get through his.
“Naughty girl for Daddy, squirting all over.”
I’m boneless and panting as he flips me onto my knees, his breath heavy as my belly rests on the quilt.
There’s no reprieve. He slams in again from behind. The cool rubber of Grinch’s face presses against my shoulder blade, his breath ragged. He fucks me, huffing and cursing like he’s punishing himself, too.
“Christ,” I hiss, clawing at the bedding as he nails that spot inside me that makes my vision turn white. The room smells of sex and sweat, filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and my own moans, but this angle makes it feel like he’s tearing me apart. “You’re too… big this way.”
The words are expelled from my body in little puffs as he bottoms out inside me.
“Better than your little toy, huh Cindy Lou?” he snarls, grabbing both hips and yanking me down onto every thick inch of him in a single brutal thrust. “Your body was built for this. Stop whining and show some gratitude for getting a hot Christmas load from Santy. Your house looks like the Grinch already stripped it of anything festive. I’m all you got, little girl, so be nice, or you’re gonna find out just how naughty I can get.”