Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Whatever the reason, when my come boiled from my balls and shot down my shaft in hot spurts, it coated the back of her throat as she tried in vain to swallow it all.
As she did, she massaged my cock head with her tongue, drawing up even more.
And by the time that I was done, my legs were shaking, and I couldn’t figure out how to breathe.
She pulled off of my cock with a smile, then fell back to the bed with a satisfied smirk on her face. As if she’d pulled off the impossible.
And maybe she had.
Maybe she’d done what no other woman could do—take my control and smash it to pieces.
Because that was exactly how I felt right then.
I felt like I couldn’t tell right from wrong. Up from down.
Her hands came up to play with her nipples, and that was when I realized that I needed to make it up to her.
I needed to show her that I could give her what she needed, too.
Dropping down to my knees, I hissed when my sensitive cock brushed against the bedspread.
She frowned down at me, her eyes wide.
I took hold of her legs and yanked her down more, until her ass was practically hanging over the side of the mattress, then pressed her legs up.
“Hold those,” I ordered.
She snorted and did as I asked, taking the backs of her knees in her hands and pulling back hesitantly, as if she wasn’t altogether comfortable with exposing herself to me.
I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, running my lips along the smooth skin before repeating the process on the other side.
Over and over I did this until my last sweep had my lips passing over her cleft.
She jumped when I came into contact with the bud of her clit, pausing slightly over it to give it a tiny nibble with my lips before moving away again.
I did this, over and over, until she was less jumpy and squirming underneath of my touch.
Then I gave her a soft swipe of my tongue over her entrance, tasting her desire.
My God, did she taste sweet.
I groaned against her pussy, taking another swipe. And another. And another.
Until she was squirming underneath me and begging me to fill her.
I did, with one finger, giving her what she wanted—kind of.
She hissed and arched her hips as best as she could, her hands going to my hair instead of her legs.
“Please,” she whispered. “I want more.”
I knew what she wanted.
She wanted my cock. But I was too busy tasting her to give her more.
My dick was once again hard as a rock, and I knew that if I came into her now, I would have just as little control as I did earlier.
That was just what she did to me.
“Please,” she begged. “You’re killing me.”
I grinned, pulling back to work another finger into her, curling it up this time to reach that secret spot inside of her.
She gasped and her legs clamped on my head, letting me know without words that I’d found the spot that I was looking for.
“Jesus,” she breathed. “What is that?”
I didn’t bother to pull away to tell her. Instead I focused my tongue on her clit, licking and sucking, while I slowly worked her with two fingers.
She was a groaning, panting mess by the time I pulled away, leaving her breathless and needy on the bed in front of me.
In the next second, I had the condom situated on my cock, and it was poised at her entrance.
She pulled back her legs even further, ordering me without words to get inside of her. And quickly.
I did. There was no hesitation. No working it in like last time. She was slick, tight, and mine as I slid inside of her all the way to the hilt.
And then realized that my earlier orgasm did nothing to help me and my stamina.
Not with how she felt around me, hugging me so tightly that I never wanted to leave.
“Fuck,” I wheezed, loving the tightness. “It’s like you’re ruining me.”
Maybe she was.
And maybe I just didn’t care.
I plowed into her, my movements not steady and consistent in the least. My cock took her pussy like it was made to be there, and she allowed me to.
She didn’t say a word as I fucked her. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I had a single thought—could I keep her?
That thought only made me fuck her harder. Faster. Rougher.
I wanted her in my bed every night.
I wanted to wake up to her every morning.
I wanted to get home from my late-night shifts and find her there waiting for me.
I just wanted her.
Simple as that.
My eyes moved up from where her tits were bouncing to focus on her face, and that was when I found her eyes on mine.