Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
He didn’t say a word, making the whole scene that much more illicit. An older man fucking a younger woman in silence, taking what he wanted. All of it made me wetter—more eager to come.
He only gave grunts of pleasure that mixed with my cries. He fucked me like a mad-man, dropping his eyes to watch my breasts bounce with each aggressive thrust.
I needed more of him. I needed him to touch me everywhere, to consume me.
I gripped his hand and brought it to my breasts, demanding, “More. Please.”
He leaned down to bite my shoulder at the same time his fingers gripped my nipple in a punishing twist that had my pussy pulsing hard.
So close. I was so close to coming.
His hand slid up my chest to my neck, wrapping around it like a collar.
“Tap the counter to stop.”
The words were so soft, I thought I may have made them up in my need to hear him. But then his thumb and fingers pressed on each side of my neck, choking me. My fight or flight kicked in and demanded I slap the counter in panic, but instead, I locked my eyes with Kent’s and focused on the feel of him tunneling in and out of my cunt.
As if my ability to not freak out spurred him on, he squeezed tighter and fucked me harder and harder until I became lost on where he began, and I ended.
Spots danced before my eyes, and my body floated like a balloon. Everything became hazy right before he let go, and I gasped, sucking air as deep into my lungs as possible. It was like I’d sucked a bomb inside my body that detonated. I screamed my pleasure, my whole body tingling and throbbing. I lost myself in the rush of pleasure that intensified more than anything I’d ever felt. I was so lost in myself that I was barely aware of his own moans against my neck.
Our gasping breaths echoed around the bathroom like we’d sprinted through a race. My limbs still tingled, and I would’ve collapsed to the floor if he wasn’t holding me up.
“What the hell was that?” I breathed. He’d given me so much pleasure our first night together, but I’d never felt anything like I had when he’d released my throat, and I’d slammed back into my body just to orgasm.
“Did you not like—”
“Hell, no. It was amazing.” I turned my face to his, wanting to kiss him and giggled, light-hearted and euphoric. “If that was no kid gloves, then bring it on.”
He inched his face away and gave me a disapproving look, puncturing a hole in my happy place. “Olivia…I can’t— We can’t—”
I heaved a sigh and looked away but kept my tone as light as I could. “Kent, at least pull your dick out before you tell a girl she won’t be having it again.”
“Olivia…”
“Shut up, Kent.”
I pushed him back until he slid out, and I was able to turn to face him. Not asking for approval, I gripped his face in my hands and pulled him down to kiss me. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull back, and I decided to take advantage of his weak morals.
My hands drifted to his softening cock and removed the condom. “I miss the taste of you,” I whispered against his lips. Slowly, I slid to my knees, loving the way his eyes tracked my every move. Holding his stare, I wrapped my lips around his cock, rolling my tongue to collect every drop of the cum that still coated him.
“Do you like me on my knees? Cleaning you?”
His hand dove into my hair like he couldn’t not be in some form of control, even if he still let me suck and lick as I pleased.
“You know, I do.” His admission ripped from him, and I smiled my victory, not bothering to hold it back.
Pulling his softening dick into my mouth one last time, I sucked hard and released him with a pop. “Good.” I stood and stepped out from between him and the counter. “Now, I need to get ready, and it’s going to take some time since you made such a mess of me.” His eyes widened a little at my easy dismissal. Feeling I won something even if it was just hiding how disappointed I was by his quick denial of more, I slapped his cheek lightly and kept pretending. “Go grab a drink and wait for me. There’s towels in the hall closet if you need to dry up.”
With a quick shove, I got him out of the bathroom, his cock still hanging from his open pants. I shut the door and took only a moment to let the smile slip from my lips and breathe in the hurt. My forehead pressed to the door, and I took stock of the feelings, letting them wash over me. Then I stood upright, shook it off, and got ready.