Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
"Relaxing," Br'chit chants, even though I do not think she is relaxing.
I push into her tight warmth and the head of my cock sinks in easily. She is wet and warm and feels so good that I have to close my eyes and think about pottery once more. Mud, I tell myself. Mud and pottery shards and Br'chit's disappointment in how it never works. After a few moments of this, I take a deep breath and open my eyes again, sliding a hand up her back.
She moans, and I feel every twitch of her body underneath mine. I push a little deeper, fascinated as I watch my cock stretch her cunt as I press in just a little more. "How…how does it feel?"
"Big," she pants. "Real big."
"This is bad?" I ask, worried. "Should I pull out?" I want nothing more than to sink into her as far as I can, but if she asks, I will do so.
"No, not bad," she manages. "Just…big."
Sweat trickles down my face. I rub her hips, trying to decide whether I should push forward or give up. "Tell me to stop, Br'chit," I finally say. "There must be no lies between us."
But she only wiggles underneath me, her cunt squeezing my cock like a fist. "It…it's not bad. You can keep going. Just go slow, okay?"
Bliss. "I will go very, very slow," I promise her. "I love you."
She gives a little laugh that seems to shiver up and down my cock. I can feel every movement of her body, right down to the vibration of her khui, and it only adds to the exquisite hunger. "I love you, too."
"Tell me if you are uncomfortable," I remind her, even as I continue to slowly, teeth-grittingly press forward. I hold my breath, waiting for her to say I should stop, waiting for a hiss of pain from her. I want her to like this. I want her body to accept mine. If this does not work…well, we will figure out something else.
But I desperately want it to work.
I am so focused on moving slowly that my body grows covered in sweat. It drips into my eyes and my grip on her hips becomes slippery. She makes a strangled noise and I stop, looking up at her. "What is it?"
"Your spur," she pants. "It's going…ah, downtown."
I have no idea what those words mean. Frowning, I glance down…and I see what she means. I am nearly fully seated in her, and her cunt is stretched beautifully around my shaft. My spur has pushed into the pucker of her bottom, too. Curious, I rub a finger against the spot where my spur meets her bottom. She did not sound as if she was in pain. "How does it feel?"
Br'chit lets out another whimper when I touch her, and I know that sound. It is the sound she makes when she feels good. I rub at the spot again, watching her, and she makes the same noise. Her hips flex, and she wriggles under me. "A'tam."
"I am here. You did not say how it feels."
"Good," she pants. "It feels good."
The words sound as if they are wrung out of her, which means they are true. I push in deeper, seating my cock (and my spur) inside her body. I am fully flush with her backside, sunk deep, my sac pressing up against her skin.
Nothing has ever felt so good or so right.
Br'chit moans. Her hands fist the furs underneath her and she clings to them. "God, you're so big."
"Should I pull out?"
"No," she moans again. "No. Stay in me."
I do not need any urging for that. I rub her hips and then pull back slowly, sinking deep again. She makes a raw sound, muffled by the furs her cheek is pressed to. Her body trembles, and when I repeat the motion, she breathes my name. I am starting to recognize my mate's pleasure sounds, and I know that one. It is the sound she makes when she is close to another climax.
Which is good, because I do not think I will last long. Not like this. Not with her cunt squeezing me from every angle, her bottom in the air and under my palms. Not when I can watch my cock drive into her wet heat, the ridges disappearing one by one. I pick up speed, thrusting into her faster and faster with every round. She breathes my name over and over again as I pump into her. "Not too big for you, am I?" I ask, breathless as I spear her with my cock again. "Tell me how my cock feels."
She loves it when I talk to her. Her face contorts and her cunt ripples all around me, squeezing tighter. "Good," she pants. "So good, A'tam."
I grunt, her words sending a twitch through my cock. My sac feels impossibly tight and I know I will not last for much longer. I hold her hips, pounding into her with the force of my thrusts, waiting for her release. She must come first, always. Underneath me, Br'chit makes soft little cries and pushes back to meet me as we mate, our bodies desperate for release.