Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
He shrugs his shirt off before sliding his hands back to my ass and grinding me against the thick bulge in his pants. One hand pushes lower, tugging my skirt up over my ass and delving down between my legs from behind.
“Fuck do I love how wet you get,” he groans, running a thick finger across my soaked panties. He tugs them to the side, and when he teases my bare lips, I moan deeply.
My hands drop to his pants, tugging his belt undone and yanking at the zipper. Later, we can go slow. Later, we can take our time, and make it last. But it’s been ten freaking days without him, and right now, all I want is for him to sink that big cock inside of me. Right now, I need him.
His thick cock springs free into my palm, and I whimper as I feel him pulse in my hand. I stroke him as his finger eases into my pussy, my arousal dripping down his hand as he curls it deep and strokes that spot inside.
“Fuck, Marshall,” I moan, pulling his head from my breasts and kissing him fiercely.
“I need you,” I pant into his mouth, and he growls lowly. He sees the raw lust in my eyes, and he knows damn well what I need. His hands slide back, both of them hooking into my panties, and with a quick yank, his muscles bulging, he freaking tears them off of me and flings them away. I groan, heat blazing through me as I kiss him hungrily while he yanks my skirt away. His thumb runs across my little cherry tattoo, like he loves to do. And as it always does, it sends a shiver through me.
His pants push down, he grabs me and centers me over his cock, and then slowly, I’m sinking down onto him.
“Oh fuuuuck,” I whimper, dropping my forehead to his and gasping in pleasure. Inch after thick, throbbing inch of him slides into me, stretching me and filling me as the pleasure blazes through me. He sinks me all the way down, until my clit is grinding against the base of him and his heavy balls are resting against my ass.
“This what you needed, baby girl?” He growls into my lips. “Is this what you were all hot and wet for?”
“Fuck I missed your cock,” I moan, panting into his lips as I slowly slide up until just his swollen head is inside of my pussy. I tease him for a second, rolling my hips and bouncing on him shallowly, taking just his head over and over. But his hands grab my hips, and with a grunt, he pulls me all the way down, sheathing himself to the hilt in my slick, aching pussy.
I cry out in pleasure, my arms around his neck and my lips finding his. And then, we start to make up for lost time.
I ride him hard, and fast, bouncing on that enormous cock until in record time, I’m coming all over him. Marshall takes over, gripping my ass and sliding me up and down, fucking me right through one climax into another as I scream loud enough to probably concern the neighbors. At this point, it wouldn’t surprise me if they’ve made a point of going on vacation or renting their place out whenever Marshall shows up.
I cling to him, kissing the man I love wildly, and deeply, and coming on his gorgeous cock again and again until I lose track of how many orgasms I’ve had. I can feel him tensing, his muscles rippling against me, his thick cock plunging into me, and his eyes burning like icy blue fire into mine.
“Kendall…” he groans, slamming into me, fucking me for all he’s worth as I start to tumble into one final climax.
“Come for me, Mr. B,” I coo, the naughtiness of calling him that when he’s inside of me still something that gets both of us roaring.
“Fuck my little pussy and give me all of your cum!”
He groans, slamming into me, swelling up bigger and bigger as I start to fall.
“You want my cum deep in this little pussy? You want me to fill you up until it’s dripping out of you? You know I’m taking you to dinner after this, and I’m not sure if I want you wearing panties or not. Maybe I want to take you out in a nice dress, with nothing underneath. Maybe I should wine and dine you someplace fancy, knowing my cum is dripping down your legs from your naughty, freshly fucked pussy.”
I moan, falling, panting, aching for release as his words drive me wild.
“Come with me,” he growls, fucking me harder and deeper. “Come with me, beautiful.”
He drives his thickness deep inside of me, and when I grind my clit again him, and feel my nipples drag over his perfect chest, I lose all control.