Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 60864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
My words seemed to embolden him, and he stood up straight. The bright lights of the kitchen seemed to reflect off every muscle, and I caught my first sight of his cock. It was huge and throbbing, and he brushed it through my folds once, wetting it with the juices gathered there. For a moment I worried I wouldn’t be able to take it, that he would split me in two, and then he was inside me.
My eyes clenched shut as I cried out, fingers digging into his skin. He wasn’t even fully inside, and he was already stretching me. I was so wet I was dripping, and my thighs were soaked, but he held himself steady as I throbbed around him, making room for him before he plunged further.
Our lips tangled again as my eyes rolled back in my head. I went limp in his embrace as he rocked back and then drove deeply into me again, until he was nearly fully buried in my pussy. I lolled in his hands, and his lips caressed the skin on my neck. He rocked back again and then buried himself so deeply our hips touched, and I felt myself not just blurring the line between pain and pleasure but setting it on fire and dancing in the flames.
My toes were curled as he pounded into me relentlessly. Wave after wave of climax rolled over me without end, to the point where I thought I must be losing my mind. Never had I felt such intense pleasure before. Surely, it wasn’t real.
Then, after minutes of his pounding, he yanked on me and picked me up, carrying me to a wall and pressing me against it. My ass hung in the air, supported by his strong, thick hands. I let my legs loose, and he positioned them so my heels rested on his shoulders and my back against the wall. His hands moved to my hips, holding me aloft as he continued to ram deep into me.
Sweat rolled down our bodies as time slipped by. I had no concept of it passing, but as my body grew exhausted, I crumpled to the ground in front of him, eager for more. He reached to pull me up, but I wrapped my hand around his cock and took him into my mouth before he could. He groaned heavily above me as I swirled my tongue around him, tasting the mixture of our fluids together and pushing his cock deep into my throat.
I stroked him and sucked him until I gained strength in my legs again and stood, letting my tongue trail through his stomach muscles while I stroked him. He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, bending me over the prep table and pressing my body into it with one hand in the center of my back.
I spread my legs to open for him, and he thrust into me, spreading me and satisfying me with his control, his masculinity. I submitted to him at that moment, letting my eyes roll back. My hair was a sweaty mass, and he gathered it up with his hand and pulled on it as he fucked me hard and fast. I cried out with each thrust, and his other hand reached around to swirl a pad of a finger over my clit.
His body was tensing, and his thrusts were more frantic, more intense. I knew he was close. I let my body relax into the pounding, and I felt myself seemingly transcend into another state, one of pure pleasure and erotic desire. I wanted his release to come with my own, and I arched back into him, enjoying the way my ass cheeks rippled each time he slammed into me.
I grit my teeth as I felt the climax coming. Adrenaline poured through me, needing that one last release, both from him and myself. I looked back over my shoulder into his darkened eyes and grinned.
“Come with me,” I cried. “Come with me, now.”
His voice rose in a mighty roar, and mine rose with it. Suddenly, he went stock-still, and my body shook as we came together. His cock unloaded into me, and I collapsed into the table, my pussy throbbing and pulling him into me. Rivulets of his essence slid down my thigh as he shook and emptied himself completely. Finally, he collapsed over me, and I turned my head to kiss him as we both tried to catch our breath.
17
DEREK
My forehead was buried into the middle of her back as we both panted softly. The insanity of the moment, the taboo nature of it all, it was too much. I took a few deep breaths before reality slowly started to set in. Her sweating, naked body was below me, bent over the prep table. I was still buried inside her, and the only one wearing any clothes was me, my chef’s pants and boxers pooled on the floor, only still worn on one leg.