Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“I’m gonna… Steve…,” I hear myself gasp suddenly, feeling like I can’t stop what’s about to happen from having him pleasure me so perfectly.
“Oh, you’ll come plenty,” he assures me, his mouth pulling into a knowing grin as he takes my breasts in both his hands, pumping with renewed vigor as he squeezes my tits, thumbing each nipple like an electric switch.
I hear my moans starting to fill the air with each push of Steve deeper inside me, quickening his pace.
His eyes narrow but are still bright as I see him willing me to come for him, to come all over his fat cock as he pumps in and out of me.
I’m trying to hold it, wanting us to come together, but Steve’s got other plans, wanting nothing but pleasure for me now that he knows I’m all his.
“I’ll fill you myself, soon enough,” he growls, creasing a smile, permission for me to do what I can’t stop anyhow.
My climax is sudden, and its intensity even catches Steve a little off guard as he swears to himself again.
“Fuck, you’re amazing… Come for me, Holly. Come all over my fucking cock.”
His words are like the key, unlocking the floodgates as I experience a climax that made my first one with Steve look like a practice run for a sack race.
We’re both moaning loudly, and my entire body is still shaking when Steve turns me over without skipping a beat and staying inside me.
Commanding me to get on all fours.
My own climax is still ebbing, but the sensation of him inside me from behind gives me fresh energy to keep it going.
From where I am on the huge bed, the floor-to-ceiling mirrors of Steve’s walk-in closet give us both the perfect view of him stuffing me from behind like a Christmas turkey.
Usually embarrassed by my own nakedness, I look like a woman who’s having the time of her life, and Steve’s quick to flex harder inside me, growling how much better the view is now.
“Now I can see those tits of yours swing while I fuck you like an animal,” he grunts, gripping my hip with one hand and a whole butt cheek with his other as he resumes his pace.
If I thought I’d known pleasure just now, he takes me to a whole new plane in moments.
I can see his torso flexing as he pumps me, sweat beading down the ripped valleys of his chest and abs.
My own body is like a tiny doll under his huge frame. My thick ass proves more than useful as he groans louder, relishing his body slamming against mine.
“Perfect… Beautiful… Mine…,” he thunders in between gasps and grunts. My voice box is just a speaker for how close I am to coming again.
Or have I even stopped?
Either way, I can feel Steve’s grip on me tighten, and my body is like a machine, thrusting back hard against him, needing more of him until I feel him swell inside me to what feels like twice the size he already is.
I hold his eyes with mine in the mirror until I feel them rolling back, his own head tilting back as he exclaims loudly.
“I’m gonna come, Holly… Our… Babies…,” he finally gasps, giving me two wishes granted.
A belly full of his seed and a shared climax that makes me realize every time with Steve is better than the last.
Every kiss, every look. Every touch of his hand.
And definitely every time he does this to me. Something I know we both want again already, even before it's even over.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Steve
It feels like I’ve been watching her sleep all night.
Because I have.
Big spoon to her thick but tiny body, nestled perfectly into mine like we were cast to form a matching set.
I’m made aware of the time by the sound of my phone buzzing, making me stifle a groan.
Wanting to ignore it, preferring to keep my woman warm and close, but old habits die hard and the memory of just how much time I spend on work comes flooding back to me.
Before today, I’d leap out of bed and answer the next email or business lead from anywhere in the world.
I’ve spent my adult life hard-wired for success and business, leaving little room for anything else.
Until today.
I force myself to ignore the phone until Holly shifts and mews in her sleep, hugging my arm tighter but then relaxing into such a deep sleep that I can’t ignore my curiosity.
I slide out from behind her, drawing the covers up over her. I stand in awe at the end of the bed, admiring her fine shape under the comforter.
Holly Winters in my bed… Our bed.
You’ve still got it, Steve… And now you really do have everything a man could ever want.
The faintest gray of dawn blankets her when I click the light out, wanting her to rest up. I know she’s safe now.