Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He’s chanting it as he thrusts, and every three pumps or so, he cums. It’s running down my legs in a stream, but I don’t care. He feels too good inside of me, and I never want him to stop.
My next orgasm is so strong I nearly pass out, but then I feel his cock leave my body, and I wake back up.
“Hans, why are you stopping?” Oh how quickly we go from not wanting him to fuck me to not wanting him to quit fucking me.
“I ache,” he says as he pushes the head of his cock against my ass. “Must have all of you.”
“Woah!” I shout and try to push him off. It’s too bad my feet are dangling off the floor so my feeble attempts are useless. “You can’t stick it in there, buddy.”
“Not Buddy, Hans,” he corrects me, and I don’t have time to argue before I feel the slippery head of his cock push against the tight hole. “Need you. Everywhere.”
His grip is demanding as he slides into my ass. Thankfully there’s no pain as warm tingles spread over me and he sinks deeper.
“Oh, Hans.” I moan as I completely relax and let him have it. He’s fucking my ass while rubbing my clit, and then I cum harder than ever.
Hans quickly pulls out, and then I feel the force of his own climax on my lower back as he sprays his cum there. After that, he turns me over like he did before, and I see his chest is heaving like he’s out of breath.
“Do you need to rest?” I ask him while placing my hand over where I think his heart should be.
“No.” He shakes his head and kisses me tenderly. “More.”
Glancing down, I see his walnuts aren’t as swollen as before, but he’s still just as hard. “Why don’t we take a break first. Let me clean up a little.”
I nod to the puddle on the floor between us, and if possible, he seems sheepish. “I clean.”
“You can do all that and still clean?” I ask and Hans nods. “You might just be the perfect man after all.”
Chapter Four
CLARA
True to his word, Hans cleans the floor and then carries me to bed, where he proceeds to clean me. Mostly with his mouth, but he manages a washcloth in there somewhere. I make sure to clean him too, and then I lick my way down to his cock. He’s too big for my bed, so we had to move to the floor so he could lie on his back.
“Is it always so sweet?” I ask when I lick the cum off the end of his cock and the sugary taste of icing fills my mouth. Hans shivers as more cum leaks, and when I suck it up, he yanks me off. “Hey, I wasn’t finished.”
“Need you.”
“Well, when you put it that way.” I grin as he lifts me over his dick and then pushes inside. My knees are spread wide as I slowly lower down his length, and I gasp when I’ve taken all of it.
Hans holds my hips in place before he begins to rock me back and forth. That’s when I feel something good between my pussy lips pressing on my clit. I grind against it before I pull back and see what it is.
There’s a little bunch of red berries that look like they were carved there just for a woman to use. They are in the perfect spot and feel amazing as I rub my clit against them.
“For you, my bride.” Hans groans as his cock throbs inside of me.
My hips pause, and I stare down at him. “Bride?”
He nods as his hands slide up my back. “Clara, my love. My bride. Forever.”
I clench around him, not knowing what to say but loving how much he adores me. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I rub the berries again, and Hans’ dick vibrates inside of me. It’s the single greatest orgasm of my life, and I collapse on top of him when it feels like I’m going to black out.
I’m breathing heavily as I go limp against him, but Hans is there, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
“My love,” he says before kissing the top of my head.
“Is this just for one night?” I say the words that I’ve been terrified to ask. As crazy as this is, I don’t want it to end.
“No.” Hans shakes his head, and I look up into his eyes. “My magic is for you.”
“What about Elodie?”
“She did not get my magic.” He touches my cheek tenderly. “She was nice. But not my Clara.”
“She was good to you, right?” I ask, already knowing that Elodie adored him.
Hans nods. “Motherly.”
“I see.” I nod and lean into his touch.