Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
She moans again, then takes me in her mouth, moving her soft hand up and down my length like I told her to. It’s making it difficult not to groan loudly, though we’ve both remained quiet so far.
The walls are thick in here, designed that way, but not specifically soundproofed.
I doubt her mom or Julie will hear us, but we have to be careful.
I don’t want to disrespect her mother. This isn’t how she deserves to find out.
But at the same time, I know I can’t stop, not when Freya moans even as she sucks, muffled by my heaving dick.
“Lie on your back,” I tell her.
She leans back, looking up at me, her lips glistening with my precome.
“Did I not do it….”
“It was perfect,” I snarl. “That’s the point. If you keep going, I’m going to explode down your throat. I need your pussy.”
She lies on her back, her legs spread, her breasts swaying with the movement. Her nipples are shiny from where I was sucking them, and that just makes me even more feral.
I climb atop her, my cock brushing against her thigh, and then hold myself like that, looking into her eyes.
She gazes up at me, her mouth twisted to the side as though she’s not sure she can do this.
I kiss her cheek.
“I’ll take it slow,” I tell her. “At first, anyway. Until I feel how badly your body wants it. Then I’m going to fuck you like only I can, like only I ever will. Nobody else, Freya.”
“Never,” she says, wrapping her arms around me, careful not to touch my bandaged shoulder.
Reaching down, I grab the base of my cock and guide the tip into her. She’s gushing wet, her entrance kissing the end of my cock as I smear her juices all over her pussy, then press my engorged helm against her clit.
She shudders, her hands clawing against my back.
“Fucking hell,” I growl, captivated. “Are you going to cream if I keep teasing your clit?”
“I…m-maybe.”
I rear back so I can watch her, holding myself up with a fist planted in the sheets, using my other hand to massage her excitable clit with the end of my cock.
“Push your tits together,” I tell her, staring in wonder as she does it.
Her hands are buried in her tits, squeezing gently.
Her flesh is curvy, and her nipples beg for me to suck them.
I lean down, ignoring the awkwardness of the angle, and take her nipple in my mouth as I keep rubbing her clit.
Then I slip.
I don’t mean to.
We’re both so wet.
My cock slides down inside her, pushing into her pussy without warning.
Suddenly, her pussy is a tight fist of pure euphoria around my cock, holding onto me.
“Oh my….” She trembles, her hand dropping. “You’re huge. You’re so big.”
“You can take it,” I say, voice quivering, wondering if I’m telling her a fact or praying for it to be true.
I push a little deeper, rearing back again, staring down at her tits, then into her face. She’s biting down, but there’s a determined set to her mouth, as though she’s telling me she can do this.
She’s even tighter than I knew she would be.
Seed scorches up my length, right to my end, gathering there in a bursting mass of impending ecstasy.
But I don’t want to finish, never want to finish.
I could stay like this forever. Our bodies fused as they’re meant to be. All the rest of it – the past, taking out Mr. Red, the darkness we’ve endured – drifts away until only this moment matters.
I know it’s a mistake even as I say it, my voice taut with passion, with affection, with…
“I love you, Freya.”
She stops moaning.
She stops moving.
Staring up at me, her eyes gleam as though she’s looking for an escape.
I may have just made the worst mistake of my life.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Freya
Everything pauses.
Several times during the past few days – the most miraculous days of my life, despite the fear and not knowing if it would end horribly – I’ve felt like I was living in a dream.
Nothing hammers that more than what Felix just said.
The words hang in the air, the declaration of love, with his cock still inside of me. He feels so big as he presses against me, feeling like he’s expanding within me, but the initial discomfort has passed.
The word love sends a soothing sensation all through my sex, up and down my thighs, as he inches a little deeper.
“I…,” he bites down. “Your pussy feels so perfect.”
It takes me a second to realize what’s happening.
It’s difficult to think clearly, with his cock getting hotter, more tingly, sending more shivering sensations deep inside of me.
My womb aches with more intensity than it has yet.
I focus.
Felix has decided to move on and pretend like he didn’t say it.
Maybe he thinks I don’t feel the same.