Page 73 of Doesn't Count

My muscles clench as currents of electricity sting every single nerve. It starts in my stomach, the small vibrations, then they shimmy their way down each limb rendering me a victim to this beautiful torture. My toes and fingers are next, no part of me safe. And as fast as those tingles spread, they also come right back to the center of it all, building and building and building until-

Until my eyes are rolling into the back of my head.

As my insides convulse and succumb to the madness, there’s a quick and sudden tear in my oblivion and I pummel back down to Earth with an excruciating thud. An uncomfortable, searing pain fills me as Khaos spreads me open with his cock. His first thrust only brings him halfway, our first time doing nothing to prepare me for this kind of intrusion, so he shoves and shoves again. I’m teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, both bringing me to tears. My fingers thread through his hair and I yank with every thrust of his hips. When he’s finally to the hilt, he lingers, letting me adjust around him.

His fingers gently swipe away a strand of hair that’s fallen across my forehead, his eyes glistening with a softness, observing my face as he nestles deep inside of me. With a brief kiss, he swallows my whimpers and small cries, his hips starting to rock back and forth. I loosen my grip in his hair, bringing my hands to his waist, feeling him pump into me. His dick drags against the walls of my pussy as he pulls out slowly just to shove back in, filling me completely.

“Let me be all your firsts.” He murmurs into my open mouth.

He pulls his head back just enough to look at me, waiting as if his question wasn’t a demand. My eyes trace every feature on his face, noting the way his thick black brows contrast vastly with his golden eyes. My gaze sliding down his straight nose, chiseled by the heavens like his sharp jaw and sculpted cheek bones, finally landing on his wide, bow shaped lips.

“Ashton.” His name spills from those pillowy lips, forcing my attention.

“What other firsts are there?” I ask.

His mouth stretches across his face in a devastating smile. A smile that could be weaponized against me in dangerous and destructive ways. A renewed heat starts to grow inside my belly from that alone.

“Plenty.” He whispers. “Agree and I can show you everything you’ve been missing.”

Biting my bottom lip, I nod, and the devious look in his eyes tells me I just signed the dotted line without reading the fine print.

Satisfied with my answer, his hips begin to pick up speed, my arousal making it easier for him to demolish my insides. He’s brutal, like he’s been waiting his whole life to make me see that I am not complete without him. He makes me forget why I thought something like this could ever feel wrong. That Iwasted my time denying I ever felt anything for him, and the worst part is, he’s right. The second I met Khaos, I knew he was a deep, dark ocean with hidden monsters lurking beneath and I was just treading water, waiting to drown. Now, I’ve finally given in, sinking down deep into his depths, relishing the feeling of being consumed.

“More.” I plead, not really sure what I’m asking for.

Khaos rips himself from me, leaving me achingly empty, and flips me over onto my stomach. His fingers grip my hips, pulling until my ass is in the air. Gasping, I try to hide myself from him, feeling completely exposed, but he just swats my hand away.

“I’m giving you more. Now take it like a good girl.” There’s a warning to his tone causing my insides to clench.

His hands grip the flesh of my ass, pulling my skin taut. My heart pounds away frantically, nervous and afraid of what he’s going to do. There’s a brief pause as if he’s studying my most private parts and I desperately want to hide.

Despite his warning, I feel myself start to sit up to claim back some of my dignity, but before I can there’s a wet tickle circling my remaining virgin hole.

“Oh my God! What are you -”

“You said I can have all your firsts.” He reminds me, his finger now rubbing his spit along the ring of muscle.

Immediately, I fly up, unprepared for anything close to what he’s referring to, but Khaos isn’t having it. He shoves me back down, this time his hand clamping tightly on the back of my neck, pinning me to the bed.

He chuckles, my fear amusing him. “Don’t worry, I’ll save that for another time. Just relax.”

Instead of tormenting me further, he lines himself up at my entrance, prodding slowly until the walls of my pussy suck him back in again. His arm wraps around my waist, and his fingersfind my clit. He starts thrusting his hips, this new position allowing him so much deeper.

“Yes.” I breathe, my muscles melting.

I can hear the sound of my own wetness as he plunges into me, his fingers working frantically. I’m back to the familiar place that only Khaos can bring me to. Down, down, down into the swirling pit of desire. Somewhere I never want to leave.

His other hand slithers up my stomach to clench my throat. The cords of his muscles writhe beneath his forearm as he lifts the top half of my body, my back pressing against his naked torso. Despite looking like he’s made of stone, we mold into each other like a perfect fit. He thrusts up into me, his hold on my neck tight enough to make me work for a breath, his other hand strumming me like his own guitar.

His pants are hot against my ear, silencing when his teeth sink down into my shoulder. As a scream hurtles out of my mouth, Khaos takes it as an invitation to slip two of his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He orders.

My knees quiver, ready to give out, but he just holds on tighter. I wrap my lips around his fingers, my tongue lapping over each one, obeying his direction. His moans are deep, seduction laced with power, becoming my new addiction. My body convulses violently, another orgasm ready to claim me.

In this moment, I believe that Khaos is a God and I’m the abyss, a void of nothing until he came around. Touch by touch, he’s created the stars. Kiss by kiss, he’s created the planets. Finally, the big bang of the universe as our bodies clash together in an epic explosion. And if he isn’t a God, then how can he make such a devious act feel like a commandment when it’s the farthest thing from just that? It’s blasphemy at best, but I can’t bring myself to even feel remotely bad about it.

Slipping his fingers out of my mouth, he takes one of myhands to replace his own and for the first time ever, I touch myself. He wraps both arms around my upper body, keeping me tight against his chest, his skin slapping against mine violently. The tight pinch of my nipple elicits a whine, but he doesn’t let up.

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