Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Dante, I’m not on the pill.” I thought she’d fallen asleep. She took long enough to answer.
“I know it.” That’s all I said. Let her read between the lines.
My cock was raw from too much fucking the last few days, but that fuck still didn’t want to pull out of her, and it didn’t look like she was ready to let go of him either.
So we stayed locked together while I ran my hands all over her ripe body, wondering all the while what I’d ever seen in my past partners. I’m in love with her voluptuous curves.
Not that I was even thinking about it, but I knew that after her, there is no way I could go back to fucking anything like I used to. And to take that shit a step farther, I know that nothing and no one else will do for me ever again. No one but her, only her.
It felt like half an hour had gone by since we’d both stopped moving from aftershocks, and my cock was still nestled somewhere inside her womb. That’s because my dick doesn’t just pop out of her tight cunt, this shit is a whole production.
First I have to wait for her greedy pussy to release me, then I have to ease out of her as slowly as possible so as not to hurt her too much.
“You plan on letting go of my dick some time today?” I think I heard her snicker but I can’t be sure and I was too tired to lift my head up to see. If she was in a playful mood that was good.
That means I can at least get some peace for the rest of the day, or until something flips her crazy switch to on and I’m stuck here in the country alone with her demented ass.
I tested the waters and wrapped my arms around her while taking us both down to our sides on the bed. We haven’t had many moments like this. I’ve been very gruff and aloof with her when we weren’t fucking.
I never forget that she was on punishment for that shit she’d done to me. But I think we’re coming to the point where we’re gonna have to have that talk. “Is your pussy sore?”
Swear to fuck I don’t know where my dick gets the gumption. His ass stay sniffing around her snatch. I thought for sure he was done for now, but I could feel him coming back to life while he rested inside her.
She moaned some shit at me, which I didn’t understand but I didn’t need to. If there was one thing she’d learned in the past few days with me, it’s that the pussy is mine. She has yet to win an argument there.
When I want pussy, it doesn’t matter how mad she is, I take that shit. At least I no longer fuck her in anger, I should get points for that. Those first few days were rough on her tight little pussy.
They got even worse once I realized that I absolutely love the fact that she knows she’s been fucked and fucked well each time we tangle in the sheets, or on the floor, up against the wall...
I love that she can hardly close her legs, or walk a straight line after I’ve fucked the living shit out of her for a couple hours straight.
Which is what I always end up doing even when I tell myself that she’s had enough, that maybe I should just do her once and leave her alone. I never can stop at just one fuck with her. Like now!
At least I’ve tried, after the first couple of times anyway, to go easy on her beat to fuck pussy, but that shit doesn’t work either. In my head I might start shit out that way, with all good intentions. But once my boy sniffs her scent he’s on it, and I no longer have any control over the situation.
Well that’s not entirely true, I’m always in the driver’s seat. I just love letting him at her, letting him do as he please until she tires him out with her greedy ass. The two of them are a match made in paradise. Her pussy, my cock; the perfect fit.
She may have bitten off more than she could chew when she started this shit, but I’ll give her points for hanging in there even though there were times she was ready to throw in the towel.
There were times she’d look at me over the past few days with those big brown eyes of hers staring into mine, almost pleadingly.
She must’ve asked me a thousand times what I meant to do with her. Like she expected me to fuck her and leave her on the side of the street when I’m done.