Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
He can. He will.
“Fucking spread for me,” he demanded again.
But before I could move he was grabbing my knees and wrenching them outward, making me spread for him once more.
“When I say spread, that means open fucking wide.”
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.
“I want to see all of you. I want to see your virgin cunt.” All he did was stare at me, look right at my pussy, seeming to memorize every part of me. Jackson placed his hands on either side of my pussy, framing it, staring at it and making me feel more exposed than I ever had before. He made this low sound in the back of his throat.
I licked my lips, pulling the sheets between my hands.
He pulled the lips of my pussy apart, and the chilled air moved along my inner folds, teasing me, making me shiver with desire. I was transfixed, frozen in place by the desire I saw reflected my way.
“Turn around; present your ass to me.”
“Oh. God.” The words were low, uttered out of nervousness. Once I was in position I looked over my shoulder and watched as he stepped closer. I had no time to react, to process any of this because he started spanking me, bringing his palm down on my ass, making the flesh shake, sting, and burn.
“That’s it. So fucking good.”
Hot tears of pleasure fell from my eyes. He got off on this, on seeing the tears leaving me, witnessing my desire and pain.
“Spread even wider,” he ordered, and I obeyed. I anticipated this, looked forward to how much further it would go.
“You’re even better than I fucking imagined, Megan.” I closed my eyes and breathed out heavily. “And I imagined a hell of a lot. I used to lie awake in bed at night, my hard cock in my hand, fucking myself over and over, all while imagining your pussy squeezing me,” he confessed. I heard the sound of shuffling, right before the weight of him suddenly covered my back, the hard length of his dick settling right between my folds. He was naked, having removed his clothing before I even realized it.
I was breathing so hard, the air leaving me, making the sheets humid, hot. The thick, long length between his thighs, nestled right at my pussy, was intimidating. He’d stretch me, make me take all of him.
He’d make me feel good.
Chapter 8
Jackson
I held my cock in my hand and slid it between the lips of her hot little cunt, her pussy so slick. The head of my cock rubbed against her clit and her body quaked. My fingers bit into her hip with bruising force. I wanted her body marked—everywhere. When she got out of bed tomorrow, I wanted her to instantly miss my dick stretching her tight pussy. I wanted her craving my cum slipping from the tight, hot depths. I wanted her begging me for more.
“Jackson,” she gasped, her ass slightly lifting toward me. Megan ground that perfect ass against me, begging for more. She was so receptive and all mine. I would train her to want my cock… only my cock. A wave of possessiveness flooded through my system, one like I had never felt before. One word chanted over and over in my head. Mine.
“Tell me what you want, Megan. Tell me.”
“I… please, Jackson,” she whimpered.
“Tell me,” I urged her as I brought my dick through her sweet, slick juices again. I positioned the head of my shaft at her opening, feeling that thin barrier that kept her innocent—that kept her from me. “Tell me what you want, Megan. I never want you to keep anything from me. There will be no secrets between us.”
“You, Jackson. I want…you.”
That was exactly what I needed to hear. I pulled away from her, nearly moaning out loud. It was physically painful to leave the tight walls of her pussy. I wanted to plunge deeper, but when I did that, I wanted to see her face. I wanted to be able to see her eyes at the exact moment I claimed her virginity. The exact moment she becomes mine completely.
“No, please,” she cried when I left her body. She needn’t worry. I would never leave her. I would never do without her again.
“Hush, Megan, I just want to see you when I make you mine,” I told her, a foreign feeling of tenderness coming over me.
I maneuvered her body so that she was lying on her back. Her eyes were on me—glowing with need. Her breasts were large and round, the nipples hard and swollen. They were straining toward me—as if they, too, knew who they belonged to. I bent down to suck one of the large distended nipples into my mouth. I curled my tongue around it and then captured it between my teeth. I bit down until I felt her body quake underneath mine and I heard her surprised intake of breath. I slowly released it and then kissed the spot I had marked.