Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“He doesn’t want me—doesn’t want to Bond with me. He won’t even try because he doesn’t want to make this permanent!”
“Hey, that’s not true at all!” he protested. There was really only one way to prove to her that he did want her…he just couldn’t have her.
Carefully, Torus disentangled himself. Knowing that humans had poor night vision, he turned on the bedside lamp so she could see properly. Molly made a small sound of distress and covered her eyes from the dim golden glow for a moment. But the sudden light seemed to bring her back to herself, because a moment after that she looked up at him and it was clear she was thinking more rationally.
“Torus?” she asked uncertainly. “What…what are you doing?”
“Proving my point, sweetheart. Don’t worry—I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured her.
Propping a pillow under her bottom to get them more on the same level, he spread her thighs and knelt between them. Her soft little pussy had a nest of red curls a shade darker than the hair on her head and the outer lips were puffy and swollen with need—parting to show her slippery inner folds.
The sight made Torus’s mouth water and his cock throb, but he knew he couldn’t let himself get distracted.
“Now watch,” he told Molly. Reaching into his sleep trousers, he pulled out his shaft—which was almost fully erect just from feeling her rub against him and seeing her soft, wet little pussy.
Torus pressed closer until he was right up against her and laid his long, thick cock down along her belly. The broad crown went up past her navel.
“Do you see now?” Torus growled softly, thrusting against her. “Look how tiny you are—I don’t see how I could possibly fit inside you, sweetheart.”
“Oh my God,” Molly whispered unsteadily. “It’s thicker than my wrist. Hell, it’s thicker than your wrist,” she added, looking at his arm in comparison to his cock.
“I tried to tell you,” Torus said. “I don’t want to hurt you, little bird.”
But Molly’s need was intense—he could feel it flowing between them through the TET link.
“Please, could you just try?” she begged softly. “I thought Bonding Fruit was supposed to help a girl, you know, open up.”
Torus frowned. He hated to deny her but he knew what the results would be.
“Well…all right. But I’m stopping if I feel any pain from you,” he told her.
Reaching down, he readjusted himself and, taking his shaft in his hand, he placed the broad head against the slippery mouth of her pussy. Gods, she felt so wet against him! Gently but firmly, he began to press, trying to push himself into her tiny, tight entrance.
At first he thought he might actually be able to fit himself inside her. She was so wet her juices were coating her thighs and her little pussy mouth felt hungry, almost like it was sucking the head of his cock as though it wanted to take him in. After a lot of careful, patient maneuvering, Torus was able to slip the head inside her…but that was when he ran into problems.
His shaft was considerably thicker than the head of his cock and her inner channel was just too tight to take his girth. As he pressed gently forward, he felt resistance and soon after that, Molly gave a little gasp of pain, which he also felt through their TET link.
At once he started to pull away but she reached down to stop him, gripping his wrist with surprising strength.
“Torus, please!” she pleaded. “I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get something inside me!”
“I can feel your pain,” he protested. “I told you before, I won’t hurt you.”
“Just try again one more time—please?” she pleaded. She bit her lip, her eyes wide. “I…I’ve been hurt before and I lived through it,” she said in a low voice.
But this was too much for Torus. He vividly remembered the dreams he’d had where he had lived through the sexual torment her ex-Mate had forced on her. He remembered waking with the aching pain of deep and brutal penetration and tears in his eyes—tears that Molly had shed when her ex-mate forced her.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely, pulling away. “But I can’t. I can’t bear to hurt you.”
He lay back down beside her and she cuddled close to him again. He could feel her need like a steady throb running through the TET link and he knew he had to help her bear it somehow. He had to ease her pain—but how?
“Torus…” she moaned, rubbing against his side again. “What am I going to do? I feel so empty!”
Torus wished he had insisted that they go and get a phallus like the one she’d been using on herself in the video. It might have helped in this situation.