Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
‘Frank!’ she cries, her back snapping into an arch, her creamy, plump breasts jutting up, her arms shooting above her head, her eyes closing.
‘Tell me where you feel it the most.’
‘Here.’ Her hand drifts down her belly to the patch of hair framing her special place. My eyes root there, watching her fingers hover on the edge.
‘Pleasure yourself, Taya,’ I order, reaching for my pulsing flesh and grasping it on a hiss.
‘What?’
‘Stroke yourself.’
‘Oh God.’
‘Do it.’
‘I can’t’
‘Do it!
She growls and sinks her fingers into her waiting pussy as I start to work myself, my knees shaking, struggling to hold myself upright. But I must, for the view is sublime, like nothing I have seen before. Her long, firm, glorious body stretched out before me, her wild blonde hair splaying over the sheets, her nipples like stones, her face the picture of pleasure. ‘Oh my God,’ she whispers, her voice alone drenched in desire, enough to make me spill my seed already.
My eyes are spoilt for choice, not knowing what before me to appreciate the most. There’s too much. I settle on her fingers moving slowly between her legs, exhaling my wonder as I settle her foot on my shoulder, circling her slender ankle to hold it there. My forehead is wet, my body tight and strung, and my gaze drifts to my working hand too.
‘Talk to me, my lady. Tell me what you want.’
‘You,’ she whispers, pulling my stare to her face. Her eyes are now open, and she is studying me with fascination as I work a few, slow strokes across my flesh. A glimmer of my seed beads at the tip, and I lick my lips. ‘Watch.’ I whisper, circling my wet head across her flesh. She cries out, her body arching violently. ‘Watch, Taya.’
I stare at her with building anticipation, moaning as I rub against her, spreading the wetness far and wide. ‘Frank!’
‘Just watch,’ I affirm, and her eyes drop to between her legs, seeing my erection held firmly in my grasp as I rub into her.
‘Say it,’ I order.
‘Say what?’
‘Say it,’ I grate, blood rushing to the tip.
She bites her lip and bucks, her body starting to vibrate. ‘What would you have me say?’ she asks, her voice strong but strained. I smile at her coyness.
‘I would have you tell me that you love me.’
‘What?’ she yelps. ‘That’s rather cocksure, Frank Melrose.’
I laugh on the inside, knock her hand out of the way and swivel my hips, diving deeply inside of her, prompting the most satisfying yelp of shock. I watch as her hands grapple at the sheets and clench, desperate to hold on to something. ‘Cocksure enough, my lady?’ I ask, retreating and plunging forward.
‘My God.’ Her back bows, her skin glistening and wet.
My face strains with the unrelenting pleasure consuming me. ‘Well?’ I know not why I feel the need to talk, but the words are coming and I cannot stop them. I want to hear her say it, because validation is everything if I am to do what needs to be done.
I release her leg from my shoulder and let my body drop to hers while keeping us connected, her internal muscles keeping a tight hold of me inside of her. I nuzzle her face, kissing my way across her cheek until I am at her mouth, indulging in the sweetness once again, just for a moment, her hips rolling with mine, creating the most exquisite pleasure. I slide my hands up her arms until our fingers are laced and I find the will to break our kiss, making her lift her head to try and maintain the connection. No. I must see her. I must look into her eyes when she peaks. And when she says the words I want to hear.
I breathe in her face, laboured and needy, scanning every inch of her. Her green eyes are glimmering brightly, full of want and desperation. If I’m not looking into the eyes of a woman in love, I will give up now. ‘I want this to be slow.’
She moans loudly, but her eyes never move from mine.
‘Are you going to say it?’ Lowering my mouth to her shoulder, I kiss it gently, sending a million bolts of pleasure stampeding into my groin.
Tormented whimpers come thick and fast, her core convulsing wildly, screaming for more. ‘Frank, I beg you.’
I look up at her, finding her eyes are wild with want. ‘Tell me how badly you want me.’
‘Frank!’
‘Tell me, Taya.’ I withdraw and wipe the slippery head of my cock from side to side across her sodden flesh tactically. She stifles a yell, beginning to lose her mind. ‘I need to hear how badly you want me. Tell me and you can have me.’
‘I want you!’ she pants, sweat pouring from her brow. ‘Frank, I want you. More than anything I’ve ever wanted.’