Chapter 257: Rut pt.3
Jules’ pov
I didn’t know whether to scream or cry.
It was the third day of Blaze’s rut, and so far, it feels like I had become a completely different person in the span of three days.
I was currently straddling Blaze’s laps and he was fingering me, hand and fast, then slow and teasing till I was a complete mess atop him.
The past days had mostly flown by in a blur. I had gotten knotted so many times that I had ended up losing count. Blaze didn’t even want to get anything into his stomach, he didn’t want to leave me enough for me to get some snacks from the pile in the corner. The water and fruits I managed to get him to eat here and there were only possible after a lot of begging and bargaining: he fucks me as I get him to get something into his stomach.
This morning, some of the haze had managed to clear off from his face and he was more willing to put something into his stomach, but he was still very reluctant to let me out of his sight. It might be the third day but he was still very much horny, and it almost seemed like his rut had made my body attuned to his, from me randomly starting to produce slick, to me never feeling tired and always feeling aroused and eager for him to fuck me.
I almost feel like a freak; a sex starved one, but Blaze doesn’t even give me enough time to dwell on anything long enough.
He fucks me to sleep, wakes me up in the middle of the night with his cock thrusting into me, and in the morning, over and over again like a crazed man.
"Please." I whispered breathlessly, chest heaving and limbs trembling beside his laps. My head weakly connected with his shoulder as his thrusts suddenly quickened.