Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I’m disappointed it didn’t go further. I came into this mansion expecting revulsion, accepting all this ‘willing vessel’ stuff as the machinations of a creep, but that stopped at him fingering me and me blowing him. Now I hope there’s far more to it than that alone.
As I stroke my nub and caress my body, I must drift off to sleep. My dreams are filled with replays of Sebastian fucking my face, of him furiously fingering me. The theater of my mind moves on from reliving what happened to a fantasy of what else I’d like for him to do with that cock of his, of me wrapping my arms around him, of riding him hard, riding him raw. I want him close, I want his touch, I want it all.
Dreams drift into reality as I open my eyes to see Sebastian’s face. He’s as naked as he was before, his body against mine, his throbbing cock against my abdomen. I pinch myself to make sure this is real and my dream hasn’t just gotten a whole lot more vivid.
“Hello there,” I stammer, quite surprised by my visitor.
“Tell me not to fuck you. Tell me not to spear my cock into you right now, and I won’t. Give me permission to have you, Clara. I’m not doing this unless you tell me to.”
I stare at him, very surprised by this sudden request for consent. “I told you I wanted this when I took the job, Sebastian. And I’m more enthusiastic about it than ever before.”
With permission granted, he spears into me. Suddenly, powerfully, a surge of bliss and a brand-new sensation hit me for the first time. In a flash, he has taken my virginity away from me, and I’m glad to be rid of it.
It’s a bit sudden and weird, but I’m so turned on by Sebastian that my body is more than willing to accept anything and everything as long as it comes from him. Feeling him fill me with his cock is ecstatic, and I cry out for him as he holds me tight. My arms wrap around him and I run my fingers down those well-crafted muscles of his, feeling them loosen and tense as he withdraws before thrusting into me again. I sing his praises and buck into him as he comes at me again and again.
I writhe beneath him, trying to get closer, taking him fully and wanting to give back. We stare intensely into one another’s eyes, knowing the absurdity of this situation, the circumstances of our agreement, and how badly we yearn for one another despite just meeting. This isn’t love, I remind myself. This is pure lust, and I have to be okay with that.
It doesn’t stop me from loving the way those powerful hands of his hold me as he fucks me, every powerful penetration sending a vibration through my body, making me scream out his praises.
“Sing for me, Clara. I want to hear how much you want this. How much you enjoy this!”
I obey. I arch my back for him, writhing for him. His fucking becomes harder, more powerful, all as he says I’m the right girl to take his thick cock. He kisses my tits, suckling them, building up a more powerful, more intense convergence of orgasmic energies within me.
He drives me up the bed, taking hold of my hips. He pushes my legs up behind my head, showing me flexibility that I didn’t even know I had. He rises himself, seeking to fuck me more powerfully from above, building that intense bliss inside me to even greater heights.
I’m simply holding on for dear life. He’s coming at me with so much intensity, so much power. My naive self struggles to keep up with such intense sexuality despite loving every bit of what’s being done to me. The fire inside me is raging hard, every thrust from him making it roar hotter.
And I see what I’m doing to him too. How tight my cunt is around his cock, how it’s squeezing him, testing him. Through sheer willpower alone, he’s holding on here, driven to fuck me into an endlessly coming pile of goo before he finally gets his.
What a gentleman.
I can’t take much more anyway. I’m already screaming for him, singing his praises just as he asked. When I hit that climax, I wonder if he even notices it among the cacophony of my other blissful noises.
Maybe he can tell by how tight my body becomes, how everything is pent up for a moment and then explodes through me. It’s a more intense pleasure than anything else I’ve experienced before, erupting out of me and all over him, striking me with a slight embarrassment.
I can see in his eyes he likes it though.
One more deep thrust is all he needs to catch up. I feel that throbbing cock of his shudder. He pulls out at the last moment and sprays his cum all over my abdomen, my tits, my everything, making a complete and utter mess of me.