Enslaved By Him: My Bareback Master Series (Book 1) (An Erotic Romance) (2 page)

But fuck! This is pure heaven!

I need to get hornier though━I just can’t get enough when I get like this━so I remove my fingers from deep inside me and what do you know? They are again laden and drenched in some of that delicious-looking cum.

I do nothing but quickly put those fingers right inside my mouth and suck on them as if I’m sucking on the last drop of precious honey on this earth.

There won’t be any more honey, GASP! Suck that shit!

Now I’m super-fucking horny and it’s all I can do not to scream out loud as the desire of wanting something inside me and deep in my vagina wells up so bad and begins driving me absolutely crazy.

I look around and see that yet again, I left my dildo up on top of the cupboard. I keep that shit all the way up there and out of sight so that I can hide it from the prying eyes of my mom.

Fuck!

It’s too late now, I’m already too deep into rubbing my clit and fingerfucking my vagina hard. I can’t stop now because I’m afraid that if I stop, I won’t be able to restart again.

And I need this, bad.

And even if I’m able to restart, it might take me a long-ass time to get back to superhorny status like I am right now.

So, no. I’m not stopping just to go get the freakin’ dildo.

I’m going to have to come up with another strategy to quench this hunger that is deep in me.

But what?

Suddenly out of nowhere━what am I saying? It’s not from nowhere, I know exactly where it came from and it’s from deep in the bowels of this superhorny beeeyatch━I do something I haven’t done before.

I bring a third finger into play.

Yes.

A third freaking finger. This time, it’s the wedding-band finger.

As soon as I put that finger deep inside my vagina alongside the other two, I feel as if I have just ridden a rollercoaster that dove down at one hundred miles an hour leaving a sensational feeling in the pit of my stomach.

In other words, it feels like heaven on earth.

Why the fuck have I never done this before?

Doesn’t matter now. I want the rollercoasting feeling to continue. I need it to continue, so I thrust the three fingers in and out of my vagina quick and hard, making sure that I dig deeper with each thrust.

Both inside my vagina and outside, on the pussy lips, I get so wet that I don’t even feel pain. Instead all I’m feeling right now is as if I’m on fucking cloud nine.

My pussy lips by now start feeling swollen, but it’s probably where I’ve been rubbing on them so hard.

That’s the only way I’m able to orgasm though, so rub hard I do.

That along with the fingerfucking.

I have to fingerfuck myself deep and hard, and rapidly.

No prisoners taken.

Before I know it, I’m moaning and writhing in bed as the first convulsions of ecstasy start to overcome me.

I know that both my mom and dad are in the bedroom across the hall from me. I also know that they are both light sleepers and will wake up at the slightest noise so I bury my head deep in the pillow to muffle the low guttural moans that are now escaping my lips in quick succession.

Not for one second does it occur to me that I could just stop rubbing myself.

No way, jose.

My head is now swimming with emotions and feelings that I just don’t know where they’re coming from.

My butterfly pussy lips curl around my cum-laden fingers as I rub and thrust harder.

I want to cum now!

And cum, I do.

Cum like the fucking Niagara falls!

My cum rushes out so hard and fast that I can actually almost put my hand out there and scoop it up.

But I don’t scoop it up.

Can’t scoop it up.

That is because I need both of my hands to clutch at the pillow and bury my face in it before I scream my lungs out and wake my parents up.

Actually I do scream my lungs out.

Only I do it with my teeth clenched hard on the pillow and my face buried in it.

Fuuuuuuuuck!

The orgasm hits me so hard I dang near bite my tongue off trying to keep my mouth shut. A few seconds later, I turn over and lie on my back, panting and breathing hard.

Damn you, Jake!

As I lay back on the bed, trying to come back down to earth after that body shuddering, cum drenching orgasm, I start pondering and reflecting on just what the heck is going on.

I don’t know why, but as soon as I start thinking about Jake━and this has been happening every night now for the last two weeks━I immediately start rubbing on my clit, on my butterfly pussy lips and then end up inserting my fingers deep inside my vagina.

Every fucking time, without fail.

The strong craving I have for him just takes over, grabs ahold of me and shakes me every which way but loose.

I just don’t get it.

I mean I’ve liked the guy since I first laid my eyes on him two years ago.

But why the strong sexual urge these last two weeks?

What is going on with my body?

I know one thing for sure...I have to get ahold of myself and stop this nonsense. Because if I don’t, one thing is going to lead to another and before I know it, I’ll end up breaking my vow. Failing at my goal.

And I just can’t have that.

I can’t expect to remain true to myself with all these crazy boy thoughts disrupting my life this way.

***

“yeah, cum on over, my parents are sleeping. They won’t even know ur here.”
I press “send” on my cell phone and then sit back, not believing what I’ve just done.

I’ve just invited handsome-as-fuck Jake over to my house!

Candy will shit a brick if she knows I just did that!
I laugh to myself, but I don’t care. Jake is coming over! That’s all that matters to me right now as I run around trying to get my room in a semblance of order.

Not that it needs it or anything.

Even though I don’t have a boyfriend, I’ve always liked to keep my room clean. Have been doing it since I was about nine years old.

But this is freakin’ Jake! And I don’t want him to think for one second that I’m a slob.

Why do you care?
One part of my mind now admonishes me.
It’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything.

I ignore that part of my voice and proceed to push a pair of sandals that’s peeking out even further under the bed.

That part of my brain obviously doesn’t know that for the last couple weeks I’ve been getting earth-shattering orgasms as I masturbate to the thought of Jake eating me out.

Doesn’t know that just the thought of Jake’s tongue on my bare nipples drives me crazy and immediately sends a flood of cum oozing down my vagina.

Simply speaking, that part of my brain doesn’t know shit.

And I, for one, don’t give a fuck.

I’m eighteen now.

An adult.

A bra that’s peeking from my closet gets pushed back in and locked up.

My now crusty panties━
”Crusty?!?”
Ain’t nothin’ crusty about my panties. They look as if they just came from the bottom of the ocean. The ocean of cum━from where I masturbated earlier, get shoved under the mattress.

Far under the mattress.

When everything looks good, I lie back down on the bed and ponder on just how I went from telling Candy,
“no freakin’ way am I inviting Jake over”
to actually telling Jake
“come on over to house”
in such a short time.

I’m talking about one day here.

Not even twenty-four hours.

Talk about being boy-smitten.

Or more accurately,
Jake-smitten
.

So WTF happened?

Just a few minutes earlier, Jake had sent me a short text message:
“happy bday...wanna get high?”

I’d been so excited that for a moment I’d considered texting Candy and asking her to come over and hide under the bed or closet or somewhere so she could record this world-changing event. But it was already past two o’clock in the morning and I knew that Candy was already snoring her ass off and if she wasn’t she probably had her boyfriend, Cody, over at her house making out.

“It’s just for the weed,” I’d said to myself before deciding to invite him over.

Nothing else.

Absolutely nothing else
, I now say to myself over and over as if repeating that thought will guarantee that nothing more is going to happen when Jake comes over.

A slight tap on my bedroom window wakes me up from my reverie.

I look up and see Jake’s handsome face now peering at me, white smoke streaming down his nostrils as he exhales the cold night air outside.

WTF?

“Open up,” he mouths as he gestures wildly with his hands.

I rush over and push up on the window latch, then push the window out and open. Jake’s lanky figure now spills in and as he stands in the middle of my room, I realize how uncanny the resemblance is between him and a Greek God.

Not that I’ve ever seen a Greek God before, but if I was to imagine what one looked like or even had the power to create one, he would be just like Jake.

Down to the very last hair.

I also realize that this is the first time Jake’s ever been inside my house and inside my room and I’m nervous as hell.

As I lean out to close the window back up, I peer downwards and see Jake’s old blue truck sitting almost beneath my window.

Leaning against the outside wall of my house and leading up to my upstairs bedroom window is an old, rusty-looking ladder. It’s so decrepit looking, it doesn’t look as if it could support a church mouse let alone a muscular hunk like Jake.

But it got him here, so it must be working just fine. I smile as I quickly close the window. Who cares about the damn ladder anyway?

I really should have told Candy to come over. I wanna cherish this moment, like forever
.

“Fuck, it’s freezing outside!” He whispers as he rubs his hands fast together.

“Here, let me warm them up for you,” I say and grab his hands.

My intention is to lead him to the fireplace in my bedroom, where I already have the fire going. Instead, he grabs my hands back and reaches for his pockets. “Before, you do that...”

His hands come up with a bag of weed and some white paper wrappers.

“Let me roll one up first,” he says and winks at me.

I’d only ever smoked weed once before when Candy’s boyfriend, Cody, rolled one in front of us and I was curious about how it tasted. How it would feel as it went down my throat.

I remember choking from the smoke at the time, and getting a little buzz from it and that’s about it.

No big deal.

So when Jake had suddenly offered to come over with some weed and help me celebrate my birthday, I’d said, “Well, okay” to him.

But deep inside me, I know that I really don’t care about the weed.

All I want is the sight of him in my room.

His muscular shoulders, body and arms cradling me, and if a little weed happens to be the price of admission to that kind of loving, so what?

Jake now finishes rolling up the joint and squats in front of the fireplace. With his back toward me, I can see the muscles under the thin tee-shirt he’s got on rippling.

Fuck, I want to rub on them so bad.

No, no, no. You bad girl. You can’t do that. Remember your pact?

He leans forward and lights up the marijuana joint then puts it to his lips and inhales deeply. His face immediately transforms from rigid to placid, as if all of a sudden there is nothing in the world to worry about.

He sits down in front of the fireplace and extends his hand out, the marijuana roll now producing a column of white spiral smoke as it lies between his fingers.

I sit next to him, feeling a little bit tense, and take the joint from him. I’m nervous because I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of him and choke on the smoke like I did the first time I ever tried the damn thing.

I’m also nervous because, let’s face it. This is freakin’ Jake I’m sitting next to. Only the hottest boy I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

And in my freakin’ bedroom, no less!

Maybe the weed will make the nervousness go away, I think as I put the marijuana joint to my lips and take a light drag.

I can feel the smoke travel down my throat as I try to swallow it.

Don’t you dare cough! Do not fuckin’ cough in front of him!

And right on cue, I suddenly gag a little from the smoke and wouldn’t you know it, two seconds later and I’m coughing something fierce, tears streaming down my face as if I’m stuck in a room with a fire-breathing monster.