Stutter. (Rayne-Moore University, #2)

by Ruby M. Darling

This book contains the word “cock” 94 times and the word “dick” 95 times. There is so much sex in this book. Like, so much.

Maybe I’m being a brat, maybe I just want his undivided attention, want him to spank me and withhold my orgasms and be brutal with me because that’s when I know he loves me most. When he bullies me before, praises me during while degrading me, and then holds me so tenderly afterward, petting me for being such a good girl.

She is the balm to my insanity and yet, every time I’ve been inside of her sweet body, I’ve been lost in throes of delirium. Madness and chaos I welcome because she’s consumed every bit of me. A silent, unmerciful storm that’s shaken and thrown my world around and I want more. Crave more. Because she saw me. Saw the sickness that resides in my mind, heart and soul – she saw, she accepted, pocketed it, and chose to love me. I lose it.

Rut. Taste. Feast. Claim.

“Daddy didn’t love you enough, did he, Siren? That’s why you warm my cock with your sweet mouth like my good little whore. So needy. So willing. So beautiful… Always so fucking ready to drink my cum. Such a good girl the way you crawl to me…”

“You are so tragically beautiful; it hurts every atom of my being to look at you. To be near you and not touch you and yet I can’t stop craving you. A drug to an addict. I have tried to rid myself of these feelings and yet they stay. Persistent so that I can’t think. I can’t eat. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, unable to function because you haunt me… these eyes, your lips,” I pause, running my thumb over them, her lipstick not smearing like I want it to. “Memories of how good you feel squeezing my cock when you come for me… your scent… god, your scent is everywhere as though you still float around my house like the

“There is no escaping me anymore and if you want to burn your world down, then I’ll hand you the match and fan the goddamn flames as you set it ablaze. But you and I, we burn together.”

“That’s my sweet fucking girl. Exactly how I want you. Come, Raven, so I can fill you up. Come with me. Be a good girl. There you go. Take every fucking inch of me you desperate, dirty, little cumslut.”

“Just know I do love you. I’m a mean fucking devil with twisted desires Raven; I am not a good nor a kind man, but I’m your devil. Nobody has ever captivated me nor held my attention nor has sucked my dick like it holds the elixir of youth like you do. I want you for as long as I live, until I croak. And even trapped in the ether, will I love you… if you’ll have me.”

Home isn’t always a house. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s a dysfunctional family that somehow makes it work because the love there makes it home.

“You’ll remain my little mute in here, tongueless. Do you understand? Hmm? Anyone could walk in, overhear and if you aren’t quiet, I’ll have to have Jonas stuff your mouth with his cock. Do you understand?”

“God I fucking love this pussy. Every hour I go without it drives me to the brink of insanity, Little Bird.”

I possibly need therapy myself, but I love what I feel for her. I choke on the air she breathes, inhale at her exhale and soak mercilessly in the depravity she makes me feel. Now that I’ve had her and know these maddening emotions exist, and have felt them myself, why would I settle for anything less?

My dick begins to harden in my sweats just remembering the way her little cheeks turned pink, asking myself if I had a cuckolding fetish and realizing, I simply had a her fetish.

I am utterly enthralled and obsessed with watching this woman come like there’s no tomorrow and I have absolutely no remorse or shame of it.

She is the most erotic thing I have ever seen – a tied up, beautiful doll, created to be ruined, devoured and fucked mercilessly, and stuffed full of cum.

So vulgar. Needy, tongueless slut aren’t you, Siren? You don’t even want gifts, do you? You just want your desperate little cunt to be filled – sloppy, and dripping don’t you? Hmm? Answer me, princess.”

“You were so good last night, Siren. The perfect girl. But this, this is how I love you – full of my dick, so willing and ready to take what I give you. Perfect… little… fucking… slut.”

“Spoiled little rich girl letting your professor fuck you against a window. Are you bored, little one? Hmm? All that money and you still seek a thrill… we could get caught. All those times flashing me your panties from under your desk, playing with this greedy little pussy…” images of her in her little skirt, parting her thighs for me. “Tongueless little slut. On my desk, spreading your thighs for your professor. You were such a naughty whore for me.”