Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
I immediately scold myself for going there, but the moment he flashed in my mind, he was here to stay.
He grinds that thick cock against my core, and I start to shudder, the need becoming too much for me to handle. “Do you fuck yourself, Little Birdy?” he questions, his hot breath against my skin sending a wave of goosebumps sailing across me. “Have you ever pushed a big silicone cock up into this sweet cunt?”
His crass tone makes me quiver, but I love it. I’ve had men with their faces buried between my legs questioning me like this, and it was nothing more than a disgusting turnoff, but with him . . . God. I want to tell him every fucking dirty detail of my life. “Yes,” I pant, my chest heaving against his.
“Good,” he rumbles, finally reaching between us and taking the head of his delicious cock. “I’m going to fuck you, Little Birdy. If you want me to stop, tell me now. I’m going to take you inch by inch. Deep and fucking raw. It’s going to be hard and fast, but I will not hurt you.”
Oh, God. My body trembles, but I need this more than my next breath.
My pussy clenches, already shuddering with anticipation, and I nod, panting heavily. “Please,” I groan, my fingers digging into his strong shoulder. “I need you inside of me.”
He doesn’t hesitate, swiping his thick tip through my wetness, spreading it between us, and then finally, I feel him at my entrance. His hand shifts from my ass to my waist, holding me tight, and when he pushes his tip inside, I tilt my head against the wall, the undeniable pleasure already rocking through me.
His fingers dig into my skin, and as I let out a gasp, he takes me another inch, slowly pushing further inside me. “Oh, God,” I groan as my walls begin to stretch. He’s barely inside of me, but he’s already stretching me further than anything found in my bedside table. I’m not sure I can take it.
Another inch. Another gasp.
My nails dig into his skin, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I never knew it could feel this way, feel so whole and full, and he’s not even all the way in yet.
He takes me further, and I will myself to relax around him, determined to take everything he’s got, knowing that if I hadn’t been working myself up to this in the privacy of my own bedroom for all of these years, I would never have been able to do this.
“Good girl,” he says as if feeling the way I relax around him, feeling how I welcome him inside me.
My walls have never been stretched so far, and with one more thrust, he bottoms out, taking me so fucking deep my hips jolt with surprise. “Fuuuuck,” I groan, my whole body trembling with need. He pauses, allowing me a moment to get used to his delicious intrusion, and when his lips drop back to my neck, working up to that sensitive spot below my ear, the hunger intensifies.
I need him to move. Now.
As if sensing that wild desperation coursing through my veins, he pulls back, and I feel his piercing teasing me from within. He thrusts again and I gasp loudly, my nails digging in even further. “Holy fuck,” I pant, my walls shattering around his thick cock.
“You like how I fuck you, Little Birdy?” he growls, and the more he talks, the easier it becomes to picture Izaac being the one driving into me, filling me like I’ve always so desperately craved.
“Oh, God. Yes! Again.”
He doesn’t disappoint, working me again and again, and despite the epic orgasm he just gave me with his mouth, I already feel that familiar tightening in my core. I’ve never come more than once, but something tells me this second time isn’t going to be the last of the night.
He keeps me pinned against the wall but arches his body back and puts space between us. Then just when I’m about to pull him back in, he uses that space to reach between us and press his thumb to my clit. My hips jolt, and heat floods my entire body. “Reach up, Little Birdy. Grip the bar.”
My brows furrow with confusion, but I do as I’m asked, reaching up and finding a metal bar bolted to the wall. I curl my fingers around it, holding on for dear life, and the second he inches his hips back, I suddenly understand why. While he was holding me, carrying my weight, his hips were doing all the work. But now, as he pushes into me with longer, deeper thrusts, I need to keep myself up.
He rolls his thumb over my clit and my hips don’t stop jolting, the sensitive bundle of nerves working overtime. It’s too much. I don’t want this to end, but I can’t hold on to it any longer. “Fuck, I’m—”